Fairy tales are only for kids, right?
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The story of The Shoes. Few have heard of them. Fewer believe. But that is because of our subconscious mindset: Is there really any good if it’s never there?
The story goes: The Shoes were passed down, to young and old, and, through the power of love, brought out the good in their wearer. Now, all older than ten know that could never happen; shoes, ou anything, bringing out a characteristic in someone. But, for the young who heard, it made them hope, dream, love, and believe. For the adults, it is a trick to get their young to act the least bit nicer, while they still thought to. The teller’s didn’t care about the hidden trueness: The Shoes may very well exist.
We know this because- we don’t. There is no actual proof of The Shoes. No physical proof. They have no description. But they do exist. They exist to all the believers, dreamers, hopers, amoureux – the young. Those who imagine something that helps them achieve their goal. What they – we - don’t know is that The Shoes are us: we are the shoes. Through the trickery of the mind, our lives change, for better ou worse. These tricks are the fairy tales, stories thought of par writers and poets, all those who had a deeper grasp on life than originally perceived. They understood, and tried to pass down their knowledge to those most eager to learn. But, because of ‘Is there really any good if it’s never there?’, this knowledge is soon quenched par a poet’s worst enemy- reality. It destroys the hope of a new reality, where good is abundant, and fairy tales become history books.
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Is this really how we want to live? No hope for hope, where dreams are only that, dreams? Maybe we should rethink our philosophy. ou not.
Fairy tales are only for kids, right?
~*~*~
The story of The Shoes. Few have heard of them. Fewer believe. But that is because of our subconscious mindset: Is there really any good if it’s never there?
The story goes: The Shoes were passed down, to young and old, and, through the power of love, brought out the good in their wearer. Now, all older than ten know that could never happen; shoes, ou anything, bringing out a characteristic in someone. But, for the young who heard, it made them hope, dream, love, and believe. For the adults, it is a trick to get their young to act the least bit nicer, while they still thought to. The teller’s didn’t care about the hidden trueness: The Shoes may very well exist.
We know this because- we don’t. There is no actual proof of The Shoes. No physical proof. They have no description. But they do exist. They exist to all the believers, dreamers, hopers, amoureux – the young. Those who imagine something that helps them achieve their goal. What they – we - don’t know is that The Shoes are us: we are the shoes. Through the trickery of the mind, our lives change, for better ou worse. These tricks are the fairy tales, stories thought of par writers and poets, all those who had a deeper grasp on life than originally perceived. They understood, and tried to pass down their knowledge to those most eager to learn. But, because of ‘Is there really any good if it’s never there?’, this knowledge is soon quenched par a poet’s worst enemy- reality. It destroys the hope of a new reality, where good is abundant, and fairy tales become history books.
~*~*~
Is this really how we want to live? No hope for hope, where dreams are only that, dreams? Maybe we should rethink our philosophy. ou not.
Fairy tales are only for kids, right?
