good…

We have lost much of our ability to believe in fairytales.

We know and believe in heartbreaking tragedy, loss, horror, and pain. We readily accept the worst, comforted by the idea that life never was fair to begin with.

Yet somehow, we can’t allow ourselves to believe in outright goodness. We used to imagine that beauty, peace, loyalty, honor, and love existed untainted - somewhere, at least. Poetry was not considered a waste of time and emotion. It was possible to look at the immensity of creation and find yourself breathless. Sometimes the prince really did rescue the princess and live happily ever after.

No, nothing is scrutinized more thoroughly than what claims to be good.

I’m not suggesting that perfect fairytales are reasonable or that disappointment doesn’t exist. I would just like to imagine that people are capable of compassion, that love can be found in a true soul mate, that friendship can be selfless, and that laughter can heal. I have to believe in those things just as I believe in their opposites.

“It would be nearly impossible to bear the most hideous of evils if not for the most beautiful of justices.”