Fairytales.

Life. Hope. Both have wonderful connotations, true. But what was the ONE thing left in Pandora's box? Hope. Everyone expects life to be the wonderful thing, and as the saying goes "Life is what you make of it". But we are flawed humans. We automatically make mistakes. So if life is what we make of it, and we are constantly making mistakes...is life a mistake? Hope keeps us from death, but hope also never fails to let us down, making things seem even worse than they really are. Little girls are raised on fairytales. Biggest mistake ever. Don't teach these innocent and naive children that they will always live happily ever after and that their life will be all sunshine and daisies. It won't. You feed them all this false hope, and then you have the audacity to actually be SURPRISED when they go into a state of depression 15-16 years down the road. You're insane. Let's set one thing straight shall we? FAIRYTALES. DO. NOT. EXSIST. Providing these copious amounts of false hope to our youth is complete lunacy. When they come crying to you in their teens saying "Mommy, my heart is broken" (if they're still talking to you at that point), I want you to look at your little girl, smile, and say "Well of course it is honey. That is exactly what I knew would happen when I told you all that bullsh*t for so many years." I feel as though many of us would become realists if not fed the lies in our early years when we are so vulnerable. Less chance of getting hurt as easily, and a greater chance to think logically with a clear mind. Being realistic is highly underrated. Then, later on, when that same child is contemplating killing themselves, if they talk to ANYONE there is one standard answer. Can anyone guess what that may be? If not, you're an idiot. But anyways...let me enlighten you. That answer will of course be, "Everything will work out." "It will all get better" You know what I say? What a crock! Why lie? Yes, sometimes it will get better, and sometimes they will get that happy ending. But what happens MOST of the time? It doesn't get better. It never does. But because of hope, we simply view it differently. Our lives never really change. They never truly get better. It is merely our OUTLOOK on life that changes, giving the illusion that all is well. So maybe next time you go to read your little one a bedtime story, you should pass over Cinderella, and reach for The Brothers Grimm.