When you grow up among fairytales, fluffy clouds and Neverland, you are bound to have a false sense of what reality should be.
Your reality is harsh but yet balanced. You understand that the misery of reality is bound to hurt but you also understand that humans should always strive for perfection. Your sense of reality ended up warped.
Warped by a sense of justice, equality and humanity. Hurt by people who don’t comprehend it, especially loved ones who mocked at your beliefs.
Fairytales only exist in your childhood, my dear..
Wake up to the reality. The reality is never ideal and will never be. Don’t try to be idealistic for you will end up being hurt by the very ones you love.
They will hurt you with all that they’ve got, as if they love you as much as they hate you. But don’t get it wrong, they don’t hurt you because they hate you. For in their own little weird ways, they hurt you because they love you. The more they hurt you, the more love you gained.
Would you want to risk a chance, or would you rather share your fairytales alone?
It’s always a question, yet it’s always an answer.