Faerie Tales and the like…
What’s so wrong with believing in happily every after? Believing in the faerie tale? Your happily ever after doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s but isn’t it important, nay vital, that we believe in something better for us? For everyone? Well I think it is. And I don’t think it has anything to do with God or religion. I’m not knocking them, I’m just not talking about them here.
So what is wrong with believing in the faerie tale?
Nothing, absolutely nothing, that’s what.
We weren’t born to live in a cubicle. No really, we weren’t.
This trip feels as fundamental to my continued existence as air. I wish it were happening now and I’m also glad it’s not happening until next year. I’ve lived in the same central London street for the last 20 years. I’m saying goodbye, to the street, to London, to seeing my friends regularly, to life as I know it, and I’m ok with it being a long goodbye, a long long one but one that ends in a beautiful, brilliant, adventure of a new beginning.
I’ve always wanted to live in some non hippie commune with my friends all around (this might be news to JHubz) and that non hippie commune isn’t going to build itself now is it.
Life isn’t always as simple as deciding to do something and doing it, but things won’t change if you don’t believe they can. And I’ve always believed In faerie tales Xx
Of course you do beauty Xx