"Life Itself is the Most Wonderful Fairytale."

-Hans Christian Andersen.

I used to have this quote on the wall of my room. To be honest I didn't really believe it, I simply liked the wall decal.

I was attempting to sleep last night when the aforementioned statement popped into my head and I started thinking, maybe I do believe it. I always looked at my wall in disbelief as I envisioned princesses, fairy god mothers, handsome princes, and a perfect life.

"Come on Hans, real life is a tube full of bologna." I would think on my way out the door.

But really, now that I think of it, life truly is a fairytale. Maybe it just takes some time to be written.

We have to remember every story has hardships, even villians. If you stopped reading "Thumbelina" as she was being kidnapped by the toad; you would never know she finds her tiny prince. It's hard sometimes to read life all the way through, i'll admit there are more days than not when I want to just skim pages to the end.

I'm slowly realizing my life is just a story; one in which I am the protagonist but mostly, the author. I'm the one who decides whether or not the princess gets defeated by evil. Maybe I don't need a fairy godmother or prince to save me. But then again if I do ever find myself the damsel in distress, I think I finally have the right characters in my life to swoop in and rescue me.

Don't stop reading at the first conflict, there's always a happy ending.