FairyLand Where Art Thou?
I remember when I was little (can’t use the word young, it gets sensitive espcially when you reach my age… and afterall my heart’s always young), I was very much engrossed in reading Enid Blyton’s stories. I love the world she created for me - beautiful children encountering the magical - fairies in the forests, elves behind the bushes, goblins in the secret hilly caves and oh those adventures with the Chair that grows wings, bringing you to places as remote as your furthest imagination! How I love to go places that sound like "SleepyLand" "Nowhere Land" "Chocolate Land" "No Fats Land" "Happy Land" … … I often drifted into a mental comfort zone, reading and feeling my world merging as one with each of the stories.
Along the growing up process, I dumped my Enid Blyton into a phase called "my past" and honestly it wasn’t because I don’t love it anymore. It was in fact, more so due to the possible embarrassment of being caught with Enid Blyton when I was say 15? Who reads Enid Blyton when you are 15 anyway? Teenage, early twenties, mid twenties, late twenties and now finally thirty - I have lived through all these phases and I still think of the simple joy I had derived from Enid Blyton.
Life is never a bed of roses… we are told. Life has its ups and downs … yes I know. But nobody could ever prepare me for this : It is so bloody difficult to earn money - money that you can’t bring to the afterlife - money that you have to struggle so hard for just so you can live - money that can drive wedge between friends bigger than the Grand Canyon - money that fuels greed and change nice innocent children to unscrupulous adults - the so necessary evil which satisfy your material desires. We want to travel, own a Home&Decor lookalike sex pad (the ones with personal pool and rooftop jacuzzi!), a posh car, branded goods and the trendy nip/tuck procedures…
Just like everybody else, I get suck into this neverending bubbling of desires and money money money is SOOOO important. 8 years, yes, 8 years after graduation I have worked, suffered, toiled and worried in the pursue of money but I am now in bad shape and none of the " Home&Decor lookalike sex pad (the ones with personal pool and rooftop jacuzzi!), a posh car, branded goods and the trendy nip/tuck procedures… " is even within my sight. What the hell happened?
I cannot give up, not now I tell myself. Oh fuck the dream house, car and branded goods and even my much needed lipo - All I really want to be is in Fairyland - a place I can sleep soundly, answer all my calls with ONLY anticipated happiness (I believe Fairyland is quite advance technologically speaking), where people are truly kind and helpful and animals can talk, where cruelty and sadness are unheard of and all can live harmoniously.
Give me my Fairyland and I will be very happy even if I live just under a tree.
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