We go through hard times, sometime.
All of a sudden the earth starts shaking under our feet, the flat ground cracks around us and grows into a mountain so high it darkens the sky. Ghosts and demons emerge, darkness slowly slithers into our lungs. We fall down. Our hands desperately grasp at something, then, find each other.
We stand up. We fight. We hurt and we get hurt, we stumble and we get up, and, eventually, we climb that mountain.
Now the breeze brushes over our skin, the night sky is clear, speckled with stars. Beautiful. And there, we finally realize that life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
