The fairies have a word for you. They want you to not believe. They want you to wake up. Despite their tales’ command of poignant mysticism or of enduring magic or of a promised forever, the fairies trust that you would discover bewitchment and hypnotism cast upon you and your desires; that you would recognize you are being forced to live in a world so idealistic that wishes are never overly ambitious and that goodness is always the reward for the good. The child in you wishing to be rescued from distress or be the savior of love is well clouded by the dust of fantasy that the words “once upon a time“ are louder than the beating of your own heart.
Do you claim love as true when the only reason for saving is beauty? Do you claim victory after a dragon’s defeat? Do you always await a prize at the top of the tower?
Forever is the end. It is when everything has come to a perfect conclusion. Hostility dies. Evils lose. Sinners repent. Every corner glimmers and celebrates. Every corner is peace and hope and justice. No darkness enters before the languor of festivity. Yet remember, this is the end.
Does faith remain? Does magic continue? I tell you, Yes, if you forget perfect endings.
Perfect endings mean not a need for change, thus no variation. Perfect endings mean not a need for battles, thus no reason to be strong for. Perfect endings mean not a need for sacrifice, thus no greater measure of love. Perfect endings deny all possibilities of growth, of seeking, of fighting, of forgiving, trapping you in a make-believe reality that everything is impeccable. If ending has but no fault, nothing can be more worthless.
If ending is perfect and therefore divorced from any form of negativity, you find no meaning, no sense of trust, no anticipation. You have taken away your humanity and embraced governance of enchantment ever after.
Perfect endings do not guarantee happy endings. Sometimes–most of the time–flawed endings and flawed souls are happier, even than gratitude is.