Thursday, April 7, 2011

I Blame It On The Fairy Tales

I haven't been writing much, I know. The truth is, besides being busy with work (thank god), lately I haven't really been able to see the bright side of life. I'm not a pessimist, nor do I suffer from depression, it's just that sometimes, not very often, the "Dark Jake" takes over and then I'm more on the introverted side... C'est la vie :)

The good thing is, while I don't post here, I take notes on everything that crosses my mind, so at this point there's a nice long list in my phone with topics that (hopefully) soon will populate my blog...

Anyway, here's one right now:

Remember when you were a kid and your parents used to read you fairy tales? How simple was your life then, right? You were listening to fables from faraway lands, full of adventure and magnificent victories, and most of the time the morale of the story was very simple: when life brings obstacles in your way, all you have to do is get off your ass, make a wish (or, optionally, be polite to people who you meet on the way, in case they can make your wish come true) and eventually, without much effort (and with help of a magical artifact or two) you would reach your goal, achieve your dreams and live happily ever after...

People who write fairy tales like that should be shot. They fill your head with unrealistic ideas about how simple life can be if only you want to.

I think I'm not the only one who grew up into life of bitterness and disappointment, solely due to the realization things just don't work like that.

I'm seriously considering rewriting some of the classic stories of our childhood. The educational value needs to be refitted for the needs of our era. Luck, wishes and happy endings are great, but what about hard work? What about trying and trying and still failing miserably? What about slowly and painfully working your way up and facing the cruel fact that you might not be good at what you do, you've chosen the wrong road to travel along, you might have to reinvent yourself and begin from scratch again?

And don't even let me start on perfect love, prince Charming and living "happily ever after", without any trials that normal relationships bring, without the problems that arise when two people want different things and have different expectations (A friend of mine has this whole neat theory about Mr. Right. She divides men into Mr. Right Enough and Mr. Right Now, good for her).

Anyway, all these miraculous concepts polluted our minds, our fragile souls of childhood were forever blackened and tarnished by the notion of effortless future.

So, the fairytale I wish someone had read to me when I was the age when listening to fairy tales before falling into the sweet embrace of sleep was acceptable, goes something like this: 

"Once upon a time there was a boy called ...(use a name of your choice) and one day he's left his old mother's house (but he still kept in touch, because family is important, no matter what mistakes our parents might have made raising us) and decided to travel the world until he'd find his fortune. He travelled across the land, crossing rivers and forests and mountains, meeting all kinds of people, gathering experience and learning about life in general, until, after a lot of searching, he found a place he liked and decided to settle down.

He became a ... (once again, fill in the profession of your choice), because in his life he tried many things and now he knew this was what he'd like to do for the rest of his life (or at least for the time being). He started working hard on his skills, slowly but surely becoming better and better, mastering his profession. He had a couple of unsuccessful relationships, and one day, after few years of being single (and it's OK to be single, being with someone should not be an ultimate goal of one's life, romantic relationships are not the only relationships out there, friendship is equally important) he's met a person (I'm trying to be politically correct here) that he kinda liked.

They went out few times, the chemistry was good, they had similar interests and sense of humor (which always helps) and after few months they moved in together, and they lived relatively happily (with some both minor and major ups and downs, because that's how relationships work) until one of them died and the other followed soon after (see, you can't say I'm not at least a little bit romantic)."

This is the kind of bedtime story, in a nutshell, that might have made my life a whole lot easier to manage, comprehend and live.

The End