Some people are born to be princesses. They are always living inside a shell of protection, with a rosy picture of everything in their lives. Their existence is to receive all the love from everyone they meet, and everything is so perfect because fairytales belong to them.
Some people are born to be witches. They never have a happy ending in fairytales because they don’t belong there. Instead, they live best in the ugly reality where “there is no ever, ever after.”
Time and again, there are people who walk into my life, making it so beautiful that it looks almost like a fairytale duplicate. The things they do, the surprises they give, are all telling me I am a princess – to be protected, to be cherished, to be loved. I was gullible enough to believe I was really one.
Yet time and again, there are people who storm out of my life, leaving a carcass behind of what used to be a very rosy fantasy.
The question is, why are things that happen often prove to be the opposites of one another?
I guess I have found the answer as soon as I awoke from my lengthy dream.
The reality is –
I am a witch. So I am actually born a witch, who tries to live in a fairytale make-believe, and go on pretending I was (or could be) a princess. That is why my happy end never comes. Because I don’t belong there.
I’m a witch, so I thrive best in this ugly world. Therefore the uglier the reality proves to be, the better I’ll live my life.
