Scary Fairytales

Is a fairy tale a dangerous place to be?

I have seen a lot of these mushy love stories already, interesting, light and amusing plots written by teens whose illusion of falling in love is quite too far from being realistic. They have this illusion that fairy tales do exist. That a handsome, rich guy can actually fall in love with a poor, ugly girl. That a guy with an ugly personality can actually change for a random stranger who speaks wisdom to his ears. That a super star can actually have an ever after with a fan. That a long-time crush can actually feel something for someone hopelessly in love with him because of what has been written in a diary or a love letter. That a bet or a wish can actually lead to true love to be discovered. That love seems to be transitory. conditional. petty. meant to expire.

I could not blame them.

In a world where you need to network in order to establish connections, where you need to rely on filters in order to get noticed, where you look up to celebrities for standards of your own existence, where your affection comes with the approval of the universe as you publicly display it, where you get frustrated with having to make realities make sense because they tend to be more complicated…well, these apprehensions make fairy tales a more pleasurable route to take as a a short cut to pure bliss.

Now this alarms me.

If most of young people nowadays are blinded by these illusions of love, then how will they handle being disillusioned by harsh realities that falling in love is not as fancy as the fantasies in paper backs? That falling in love is rough as the pages of these paper backs? That the reality is, falling in love is serious business and the very complicated route they for long avoid?

This alarms me because while I am fascinated by these shallow plots, the rest of the population of young people actually consider them seriously.

Like seriously?

If this persists, whatever will happen to real courtship? true commitment? sense of sacrifice? “death do us part”? What will happen if they seriously hang on their hopes to the odds that their one true love is behind a mask in a ball, or the kiss under the moonlit sky, or the icy embrace in a snow-capped wonderland, or if the shoe fits?

Not like I have anything against these ideal romantic set ups.

My concern is, they are too blinded by fantasies that they shut their eyes to see the realities, that the best love story is not found on paperbacks. The best love story is the true love they themselves write. The best love story begins just as it is felt, and it will never have to end. No background. No fireworks. No moon. Just plain true love.

I can’t help but be scared, because true love is supposed to be real not fancy.

True love is supposed to know no end.


Author: Acey

I bleed coffee.

4 thoughts on “Scary Fairytales”

  1. The best love story certainly is the one you write with your lover. The best love story is the one that isn’t always “rosy.” Rather, the best love story is the one that you share the real you; your ego, your anxieties, your imperfections. And vice versa.

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