My love/ hate relationship with fairytales continues. The predictable patterns found in the plots of each of them are comforting in a way. Good always wins. The princess finds her prince. The villians suffer an appropriate punishing for all their wicked ways. Despite the drama in the path to the victory in the end, we just know it is coming...it is just a matter of time. Life is of course not predictable. To get through the storms is to cling to a hope, not a gaurantee, that there is something better on the other side. And often, it is not. The other side requires the strength of an ox to keep on going. All I ask is a respite sometimes. Let me rest and believe for just a little while that the struggle is worth the effort. Let me believe in fairytales again.