Fairy tales are great stories and I had my share of those when I was still in the first grade. My favorite ones were “The Enormous Turnip” and “The Magic Porridge Pot”. Some of us may prefer  fairy tales with love twists like “Cinderella” or the “Frog Prince”. Sadly, most of us maybe too old to believe in them that ladies have turned up into the “stepsisters” in the Cinderella story waiting for their prince charming to come along but didn’t. On the men’s side, most matured to be as green and slippery as a frog that the long waited princess with the pure heart never showed up to offer a kiss.

              The fairy tale mentality is more of an attitude in life. On the positive side, those who became successful were people who didn’t grow old waiting at a corner for their prince charming or pure hearted princess to show up. They were those weirdos who started from rags to collect their riches either by tinkering scraps of refuse into an invention of marketable value or playing the keys of a manual typewriter on a desolated home and start a classic novel that became the basis of a controversial film decades hence. Simply put, they were the likes of you and me sitting in front of a computer trying to make up a story to amuse or express ideas out of frustration, hunger (if you can afford to pay for the internet connection in place of food during trying times), social distraction, environmental issues and failing world economy.

              I have had trying times after college when I was able to save an amount to pay for my boarding house in Manila but none to buy food. Finding a job after college graduation was my greatest challenge. I recall writing my daily journal on some scribble pad, and though the difference maybe a bit easy on the computer keyboard now, I could still remember the sensation of an empty stomach fuelling my writing as the only clumsy move I could attempt to be reconsidered to the fairy tale of a state of the art future.

Thoughts I wrote and posted on our house’ wall 20 years ago

              Sitting in front of a laptop squeezing one’s brain to come up with a blog to submit may have been a boring routine in our present lives but looking back through the years, this moment is a fairy tale. I have just to reconcile my thinking recalling the words I have written on an illustration board 20 years ago when the computer and internet was yet to be invented and I have lived my fairy tale. “ A course of history at the tip of the forefinger … in a mere push of a button”.  The magic wand has melted into our fingertips; the magic comes if you believe in it.

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