Disney Movie

Sometimes I wish life was like a Disney movie. Once we found the one we loved, we would be in eternal bliss, and live happily ever after. Money, sickness, pain: all not an object. And those who did get sick and/ or die, would either be evil, or we would be able to find peace with their death before they died. They would have some epiphany, or we would, and we would realize that everything would be okay, even when they were gone. The extent of sickness would be a spell made by a jealous old woman that could be cured by the kiss of your one true love. We would love to sing and dance, and our problems would be no more than having to clean a house for some stuck up women, but we would remain hopeful through it all, knowing that dreams really do come true.

"Getting your dreams, it's strange but it seems, a little, well, complicated. There's a kind of a sort of cost. There's a couple of things get lost. There are bridges you cross you didn't know you crossed until you crossed." (Glinda from Wicked)

I wish it wasn't complicated. But usually life doesn't turn out that way, does it? We can wish all we want for our fairy tale happy ending. In the end, life is still fragile. In the end, there is still pain. In the end, there is fear. Sickness. Death.

"If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died" (Nickelback from If Everyone Cared)

I wish that was true. But it isn't. People can still get sick from mistakes. People can still die from natural causes. And in all honesty, our ideal will never happen. We all act as if we are just good people stuck in a bad rut. We're not.

"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23)

For those of you who don't agree with me, look at the history of humanity. We aren't good people stuck in a bad rut. We aren't going to be able to pull out of our rut, and land in this utopia of perfection. Life is not a Disney movie.

I have two options. I can join this mass mayhem. I can choose to not care about anyone. I can choose to be selfish, and only interested in what benefits me. I can say that no one else cares about anyone else. That is one option. Living for me. That is what would best benefit me in the end, right? Living recklessly, or maybe not. Just living as if I am the only one that matters.

Or, I can live as a beacon to others. We may never get out of this rut. Actually, no. As humanity, we will never get out of this rut. We have been in this rut since the beginning. Our utopia, our perfection, will never come. So our second choice, and the harder one, is to try to rise above the difficulty. To give everything and make our lives matter. And that is what I will choose to do.