When I reminisce about my childhood, a predominant theme is evident, a fascination with fairytales and their inevitable happy endings. Up until the age of ten I was unable to compare my life to the fairytales I held so dear. As times got tough and I began to become less naive, I came to question why the events in my life did not pan out like the books and movies I loved so much. Why did my problems seem more complicated than having nothing to wear to a ball or defeating a wicked stepmother? Why didn’t I have a fairy godmother to grant my wildest dreams and make the impossible possible? Why couldn’t I whistle and small woodland animals would come to my rescue? Why didn’t I live in a land where good always prevailed over evil? Why unlike in Neverland, did I have to grow up? And why didn’t I have the perfect happy ending?
It wasn’t until I was about sixteen that I realized what I saw in these fairytale movies and books was possible in real life. It was then that I began to believe that my everyday life is its own fairytale. I have decided to live my life making my own happy endings. Like every princess should, I have a fairy godmother, my mom. With her encouragement and strength she gives me the courage to accomplish anything. I may not live in a tall tower, but instead I have my own castle. Everyday I use imagination and love to defeat life’s battles. Everyday I am tested to overcome my poison apples. And while I have kissed some toads, I will one day experience true loves first kiss.
At the end of the day, I am a princess. I get to come home to my castle, fall into a wondrous sleep and have my own happily ever after. Everyday I have the everlasting true love of my friends and family. I have my own adventures. I have my own evil enemies and epic battles. I get to live my own fairytale different from any other each day, searching for my prince charming and attempting to avoid those poison apples. Because of this, I believe life is a fairytale, so I must live each enchanted day one happy ending at a time.
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