In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Once Upon a Time.”
Once upon a time there was a fairy warrior called Annabelle. She was a tiny,fiercely independent fairy with pale pink wings and a waterfall of brown luscious locks. There was also the arch angel Asriel, whom advised the treasury on trade and industry.
Annabelle and Asriel had met on a random day in a quiet meadow when both had gone there to enjoy a summer afternoon and ponder on life’s silent, yet pressing questions. It seemed that fate had conspired against them, because as they bumped into each other between the sunflowers, they started talking like they were old friends.
It soon became apparent that this chance encounter had the potential to blossom into something truly spectacular. They were like Anam Cara’s – Stars created by the sparks of God’s heart as he watched the love between beings. They were intertwined into each other’s hearts and souls, thoughts and the very essence of being.
There was one problem with Annabelle and Asriel’s happy ending – Kalen. The age old tradition of families who married off their children to each other. Kalen and Annabelle had been friends from an early age and it was only natural that their friendship turned into an innocent romance. Kalen and Annabelle’s parents thought this romance to be the next wedding to add to the family empire and the plans were quickly put in place. Annabelle and Kalen were to be married as soon as their training for their guilds were completed.
Annabelle had been content with this arrangement as she and Kalen got along well and could laugh togeteher, though she often wondered whether the love she had read of in old fairy literature was just a myth. Every now and again when her fears and questions seemed to become too real she would admonish herself and look over at Kallen, thinking about his caring nature and how she was just being silly.
Until she bumped into Asriel in the meadow and everything changed. A few weeks down the line and Annabelle was headlocked into a personal hell. She had never know that one’s very own heartbeat could beat so in tune in exact time with another. Yet, she had been promised to Kalen, a good man. A man who cared for her and with whom she could laugh.
Asriel had become distant lately. He had shown and promised Annabelle everything he could should she jump… Annabelle had wanted to jump, but she was on the edge of the cliff, still looking over her shoulder every now and again. Asriel felt like he was starting to resent Annabelle for making him love her by looking at him like he was her sun, by loving her and she had shown and said it back and yet she had still been with Kalen as if all were right with them.
Annabelle realised Asriel was starting to push her away, and it pained her to the extent where she felt paralyzed. She wanted so much to bask in the rays of his affection but she was also scared of her family’s wrath…and what if she threw it all away for something not meant to last.
Annabelle had a training assignment in the Kingdom of Brazil, in a place called Rio De Janeiro. As her training wore on, she would stand and watch the sunset drop away in the ocean at twilight and she soon realized it was only of Asriel that she thought when she wanted to share news from Rio, and alas the wonderful truth set itself free in a letter composed by Annabelle.
The ink on the parchment was a copy of Annabelle’s heart sent to Asriel to tell him that she loved him, and to wait for her at the portal of entry as she returned from her training assignment so that they could start afresh – A real chance to let their passion come alive.
On the day of her return, Annabelle jumped through the portal excitedly only to find a short letter on the other side. Asriel hadn’t waited as Annabelle had asked but had instead written that the time it had taken Annabelle to make a decision, had been the grave where all his affection and love had been buried in, and now all that remained was to mourn at its tombstone every now and again for an opportunity never lived.
Annabelle’s soul then turned off it’s lights and on it’s walls, blazing with might were these written words:
“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume”
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
Ah, Sound of Music! One of my favourite musicals of all time. I know every line of every song, and when I watch the movie, I instantly become sixteen again and I’m hanging onto Julie Andrews’ every word of advice in the “I am sixteen going on seventeen” reprise. No matter how many times I’ve watched it, I still makes me laugh. I root for Captain Von Trapp and Maria and every time it makes me believe in the whole good-natured idea of love.
Watching it, is like a burst of summer sun through your window – It just makes you feel good.
A dose of feel good, something everyone needs from time to time to remember why we rush around like lunatics, work till our eyes hurt, persevere when we really just don’t want to fight another time. It can be an apocalypse out there when you simply don’t have the energy or the will to try to see the beauty of life through all the craziness anymore.
Maybe it’s as simple as remembering your “favourite things”. Maybe it’s worth it to remember what makes you happy: Your favourite things might just be the extra burst of energy, the hand out of the darkness, the warmth in the cold. Maybe remembering your favourite things is the tool that helps you today to be your extraordinary self, instead of being someone’s version of your ordinary self.
Here are a list of my favourite things that get me going, comment and share your favourite things and remember to take a minute to induldge in them every now and again – It keeps you going
Lazy summer afternoons outside, blue summer skies, sunny mornings….SUMMER in general
A cup after a long or difficult day = Heavan
Late night conversations:
Late night conversations with a best friend or someone close usually means a lot of laughter or insight
There is nothing like buying a pretty dress and feeling like a real lady or a Disney princess
Service to others:
Helping anyone in any way reminds me about the true purpose of life
Random ideas, dates or get-together’s make the most amazing memories
A swim in the ocean, riding bike, going on a rollercoaster….getting the blood going is the best way to
A Good book:
Nothing like reading something that makes you want to keep reading or captures your imagination or
that makes you think. Words capture something inside you that nothing else can.
Dancing in my room while brushing my teeth or getting ready:
No one is EVER TOO OLD to dance around in your pj’s to a good tune while getting ready. It sets you
up in a great mood for the rest of the day.
Remember to have a day filled with your favourite things….. Being happy makes everything else seem worth it!
The Fifth element is a really old movie by Milla Jovovich and Bruce Willis, set in a futuristic setting where taxi cabs fly and there are holiday resorts in space. It’s a very noble way to display our future and probably based on the premise of the advancement of our technology etc……
But we don’t exactly know what is going to happen in the future or how the future will look. We don’t know anything about the light at the end of the tunnel, we’re just hoping it’s not a train.
THE F U T U R E
The big blank space in your life that you try to fill out by the decisions you make. The way this space is coloured in and shaped, depends on the type of decisions you make. Decisions about the future are the really hard part: the “serious-big question” – part where the answer can’t be found in Google’s search box.
These are decisions that can only be made by you. You will mull it over for a few days, ask some friends for advice, you will consider all the information at your disposal and maybe realize there is more than one answer and maybe all of them are right. In the end you try to make this decisions based on all the consequences you saw playing out and then choosing the one you felt like you can live with……
That’s the problem about these decisions; you don’t know what you’ll be able to live with in the future. You don’t know who you’ll be five years from now. Sure, fundamentally some things never change, and a leopard never changes his spots, but be honest we still change our minds constantly about the newest yogurt trend, exercise routine, work place, home etc. As much as we are creatures of habit, we are also not.
That’s what makes these decisions so hard because you feel like you have no idea how this decision is going to turn out in the future, and what if you made the wrong decision and you can’t go back….. STOP. STOP plaguing yourself to try to guess what the world will look like and how you will feel a few years from now, because you can’t know. STOP falling around in the “big blank space”. The only thing we have (as that age-old corny tradition goes) is NOW. There is a reason they call it the present.
In the end no matter what you consider and how full and confused your brain is, when you make that decision you still want to get that feeling like you did the “right” thing… That comes from your gut and heart. They operate on what they know and feel NOW. So listen to them, they only way you will feel like you know what you’re doing is when you make a decision about what you feel now.
Sure look at the future, and ask yourself if your true feelings about “now” are logical and rational. But TRUST yourself and who you are NOW, so that when you take a decisions in the NOW, you trust your NOW self-enough to make decisions about the future.
Like William Ernest Henley once said
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul
Take the present firmly in your hands and try to make the best of it. It’s the only way you’ll feel like you did anything right.
(This post is attributed to the “The size of now” post on “Muddy River Muse” and a kind-hearted blogger Shelah, who helped me realize how
important the power of the present is.”
I had a really big problem this morning, actually I have had it for the last two weeks of my life…..
I walked through the doors of my place at 04:00 this morning.
I walked through the doors of my place at 04:00 this morning, after a spur-of-the-moment decision at 23:00 to go get an ice-cream at the convenience store. This ice-cream was eaten on a hill in a car overlooking the town falling asleep in the hollow bellow, watching all the lights glitter like stars. It was a GREAT moment to be alive. How many of us can say we’ve had ice cream at 23:00 on a hill next to the road leading out-of-town?
I was supposed to walk through the door at 01:30 am, after the ice cream was safely tucked into my belly, the town lights had lost their magic, and the conversation had gotten to that point where the silence said everything the words couldn’t. Instead I ended – up walking around town, on the coldest night of the winter so far. Laughing, skipping to stay warm, feeling my hands go numb. Another GREAT moment to be alive, if you’re like me who’s stitched together with maps, magic and randomness.
I walked through the doors of my place at 04:00 this morning, and it’s a problem because, I walked through those doors so late because of a person who isn’t part of my “house-with-the-white-picket-fence” idea.
This problem it seems is something everything young person contemplates at some point in their lives. Who are you supposed to spend the rest of your life with? The question has recently sprung up into my being, making it difficult to think about anything else, than “I’m supposed to make a choice, but how do I know I’m making the right one?”
When you’re little, all you dream about is becoming “big”, of being like your older sister who’s allowed to put on make-up and go to parties…with boys…. You also want to wear heels, and to your own thing, make your own decisions, don’t want anyone telling you what to you, and yet now that I’m standing knee-deep in this situation, I’d give anything for my parents to be able to tell me what to do just like they’d tell me to eat my vegetables when I was little because it’s good for me.
When you’re little, and you’re wishing you were “big” too, you only think of the grandeur that comes with being grown-up. But nobody tells you growing-up also means that you’ll have to make life changing decisions on your own, that no one can decide for you, and that you have to live with the consequences. You watch your Disney and teen fiction movies, read “Sweet Valley High” or “Twilight” and believe that someday you’ll just meet someone and you’ll just know that this is your “knight in shining armour”. No one tells you, it’s more like you’ll be kissing a lot of frogs, trying to figure which ones turns into princes and even then – Is he the right prince for you?
No one tells you that you first have to go on a few dates before you can make any sort of judgement call. No one tells you that once the butterflies fly more slowly and you start knowing exactly how he’s going to kiss you, you have to care enough and work really damn hard to keep the fire going. No one tells you, that being in-love doesn’t last forever and that then the real test starts. No one tells you that you could be dating someone for three years, imagined a life with them, and then suddenly one random day, life knocks you down asking you to think hard and to think again – Do you really love this man like one should? Does he fulfill you to the point of who you are? Can you, with your busy job and interesting people still want to go home to him, night after night because you want to, and because he’ll always be more interesting than anyone else you meet?
These are the really hard, “big” questions that no one else tells you about. I thought I’d just have a blast in collage, maybe meet a man, get married. . . .
Now, here I am wondering how the hell you decide these things when you don’t know what the outcome will be? Here I am in after three years, wondering if my white-picket-fence-guy will ever randomly suggest that we should go have ice – cream at 23:00 and if he doesn’t if I can live with it? I know that a relationship is MUCH MORE than just randomly going for ice cream. I have this perfect specimen of what every girl wants. A taller than me, dark-haired man who’s majoring in engineering, who makes me laugh always and makes me coffee whenever I ask, who accepts me for exactly who I am and with all my mistakes, who gives freely and generously with all his heart, who remembers to sometimes bring me flowers on our anniversary, and mostly enjoy whatever I suggest we do together. We get along well, never fight, we have the same and our own friends, all our age, we’ve had all our college years to grow together, study, laugh, party together, a whole sort of life, that I could see blossoming into something more permanent one day.
But then this dark horse arrived on the scene. A dark horse who remembers I am made of maps and magic. Who wants to take me out to dinner just because I did well on a test (even though I always do). Who tells me exactly what he sees in me, and that If I’m brave enough to jump he’ll be there to catch me. A man who doesn’t just like everything I suggest we do, but also has his own suggestions. A man who has an opinion about things, but also a man who I am not sure of, a man my gut is still not definite about. A man whom without all the security has made me stop to consider this situation…. Why? What does this mean?
Decisions, I could make now that influence the rest of my life. How do you make these life changing decisions at twenty-two and know you’re doing the right thing. There are so many things to consider, and who even know what the real definition of “LOVE” is?
How do you choose who you are going to love and wake-up to for the rest of your life? After all these years of trusting your gut, you suddenly don’t know what to do. Just 22 – Young, still going to be out in the world soon, focussing on my career, living my own life, could still meet a dozen people…. So how do you know and how do you choose?
How come being 22 feels so young and old at the same time?
And I guess this is where you learn the “art of getting your shit together”
Everyone complains about getting older: wrinkles lining the eyes, metabolism slowing down, needing more sleep…. But like with everything else in life there is a plus side too. Getting older is really nice in the sense of knowing who you are, what you want and where you are going. The teenage urgency to fit in, and be “mainstream” disappears into the knowing that the general population can accept you for who and what you are, and that it can even be appreciated.
You reach that point in life where you get….comfortable. You have a person in your life who seems to fit into the “one-day” picture you have in you head. You feel like you’ve met all the people your going to meet in this small town and that you know exactly which friends you can call for a good time, and which you can call to bring over hot chocolate and tissues. You know your own weak and strong suits. You know which places you want to go and visit when you have enough money. You know which issues grates you to the bone, and what makes you happy. You feel in control and like it’s a kind off summer bliss all year round…. Until that one random day after all this time
Life suddenly screams at you loudly and shakes you down to your core, asking you if you can actually defend those beliefs with good reason. Life challenging you to THINK about what it is you really want and if you want what you’ve got. It’s a big ask for most people who enjoy new experiences but mostly still want to go home and recline in that well-worn chair that moulds perfectly to their body, even if their could be a new chair that sits even better.
I recently had life on my case trying to make me look in the mirror and face the question marks written in the margin of my eyes. Apparently when one contemplates big life changing decisions and need time to think YouTube becomes a closer friend – watching “funny cat videos”, “fail” compilations, “X-factor USA auditions”, “how to” tutorials and random movie clips. One of the things that also came up was “covers”, and that lead me to a revelation (apparently YouTube does have some insights)………
There are some songs that you just don’t like, and when they come up on the radio you turn the volume softer, until you hear a cover of the song: Sung in a different way by a different person, it actually makes you want to dance, sing along or turn the radio up. So, I remembered that I simply forgot everything in life is about perspective. Which glasses you choose to wear to view the world, or problem or challenge.
Posting my a few of the covers I enjoyed, hoping they will make you turn the radio up on your challenge or problem and make you face that mirror without fear.
P.s. Covers posted aren’t of songs I didn’t like, I just really loved the different take on the original song.
1. XO by Beyoncè covered by John Mayer
2. Dark horse by Katty Perry covered by Megan Davies
3. You’re the one that I want by Olivia Newton-John & John Travolta covered by Angus and Julia Stone
4. Nick of time by Bon Iver covered by Justin Vernon
5. Radioactive by Imagine Dragons covered by Daughtry
6. New York State of Mind by Billy Joel covered by Glee
7. Landslide by Fleetwood Mac covered by The Dixie Chicks
8. Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray covered by Miley Cyrus
9. All I want by Kodaline covered by Ellie Goulding
10. Let me love you by Neyo covered by Jacob Artist