Equilibrium

Some time in 2008:

So my friend of a friend of a friend... and so on... had now finally accepted that her life
was changing extremely fast. And she caught herself trying to find a way cope. Again!

"Once upon a time there was a very poor maid with long purple hair, that worked in the Queens'Castle.
Every morning she was to wake the princess from her beauty sleep.
And every morning the princess would get angry and scream at the poor maid and hit her in
the back with a wooden stick.
The poor maid was in so much pain every day she decicded to tie wood to herself, so the pain
wouldn't be so bad.
When ever the wood around her cracked, she would nail more wood to the cracked wood and it
started getting heavy and uncomfortable. And every day she would feel more and more pain
in her back.
One morning the maid was tired and in so much pain, as the princess moved to grab the wooden
stick, the poor maid smacked it out of her hand and started beating the princess until the
whole beautiful bedding was bloody and the princess was dead.
As the poor maid stoop up straight, afraid and confused, all the wood on her body untied itself
and all the pain was gone. And she smiled."

Denial is the most untrue word in the dictionary. Denial doesn't exist because your brain doesn't
understand what it means.

So my friend of a friend of a friend... and so on... wants nothing but love. Always love.
So damn needy for love...      "Love me, Love me, Love me."
She wants to close her eyes and forget about reality.
She wants to live in a castle, in a fairytale...
And then she talks to me...
And she realizes that love can't be true without pain. That fairytales aren't about beautiful
princesses and big castles.
But that true fairytales are about the pain and the suffering of each individual person in this
world.
So she came to the conclusion that truth is knowing you are the poor maid, and that you
can be that maid without having to accept and try to cope with
the wooden stick beating your back.
And love is truth.
At least it should be.
At least in her mind. And my mind.
If you want it to be true.
...to be continued...