Once upon a time there was this girl with an easy life. (Yes, of course it was easy; many people don't believe it, but you can actually choose to make it that way.) I guess she was worn out from all the misery life implies, so she decided to never let herself cause her own heartbreak...again. She decided she would NOT take the risk of venturing beyond what she could see, hear, touch. And she immediately decided NOT to trust anything that she could hardly define, inspect, correct, edit, and put in an MLA bibliographic reference.
I believe she was quite content. She learned a great deal about the little and the big things. She focused on taking the best choices according to what she would need, want, and expect. She decided not to trust people but ensured that anyone couyld trust her. True: that got her into a lot of mishaps and dilemmas, but in the end she always knew she had her own strength to rely on. She found a mean to represent all she required from life: love and friendship, effort and achievement. She had a faint intuition that there must be more, but please, she was quite content. She had everything she had ever wanted and she had a 200% chance that it would all be hers for all time to come. At the end of the day, she had her confidence, her faith, and her strength. She would concentrate on growing by the means of the arts, but she definitely set the grounds on two facts: One, Art is (in its best essence, and with absolute frankness) useless; and Two, Art should therefore be void of emotion and centered on unreachable ideals of all we are unable to do in reality. Art, she decided, was a tool to control psychosis by ensuring that dreamscapes, deliriums, and nightmares oould be represented for their better rationalization, and in time build many a volume of forgotten lore...
All right- I am afraid this is twisted story, as one day the girl "simply" quit simplicity and everything that had come with it. For some reason, quitting it made her learn and unserstand... She had let her existence settle very cozily in the middle of a beautiful pink house in the middle of a prairie, with happy window views and a perpetual spring, flowers and all. She lived ever so joyfully, ridding her heart of ANY sort of pain, until the day a litle boy climbed up her little corner of the word, right through the window.
She smiled at him and asked his name. He answered vaguely, but she kept asking and asking about his life, until he decided to show (not tell) her about his world. The boy smashed one of the walls, window and all, to reveal the open space, a boundless galaxy. It was full of the brightest stars and strangest planets amid the eeriest abysses. The darkness seemed able to swallow everything up any given second, but it never did; it just flowed with all within. The boy offered her his hand, and she gazed at her little pink house with her little beloved people and her little treasures. Somehow, they had all suddenly lost their significance. She stared at the dark distance, hoping to find a horizon to keep herself the memory of beauty. And when she saw nothing resembling her horizon, she began to fear her choice. She backed a step from the jump and shook her head. The tears she had swallowed to keep her pride through her days began to fall from her eyes, down her cheeks. The boy, however, told her she would have a million beautifull sunsets and sunrises if she dared to venture into every planet and star. He admitted she would find countless dangers everywhere, as there are no more planets with pink little houses in the middle of green spring prairies; but she would own the most majestic beauty ever imaginable to any of their kind. She still refused, but she found herself unable and unwilling to return to her former life. Nothing made sense anymore...or did it?
The mysterious boy put his hand on her cheek and kissed every tear away. "Trust me," he said. She would fight and thus remember pain; she would experience it beyond all she had ever suffered. Nonetheless, at the same time, she understood she would witness true beauty and she would conquer complete ecstatsy, a joy wihout bounds or reasons or predictions. The boy had started to turn away and set himself to go (and no, he did not offer to pay the least from wrecking her wall), but she took his hand right before he jumped. She smiled at him, gently kissed his cheek and said, "I will." And so they flew away into an unknown universe, where they would confront all tuggle, toil, and trouble, but I assure you, with all certainty, reasonable or not, that they lived happily ever after...
(And NO, that's still not the end...!!!)

Happy Holidays!

Lots of love,
me