Storybooks

I met an Australian couple on a cruise, and the wife called cheesy novels "chewing gum for the mind." I was reading some of this chewing gum and realized something.

I wish my life was a storybook.

Decisions made in storybooks are so much easier than our decisions. Don't people realize that? Should the brother risk his life to fight in the war? YES! what a noble cause! What a hero he will surely be! Should the girl break up with her jerk of a boyfriend? Yes! Who could possibly love such an awful person! Should the main character risk loosing everything for a lover? YES! dont they realize how rare true love is?

But life is not like that.

Decisions are much harder.

The brother leaves behind a broken mother and father, and broken dreams, and comes home broken.
The girl's boyfriend is really a true sweetheart, who can just be a little nearsighted and impatient at times, and his heart is left broken.
The true love is simply infatuation. It dies quickly.

This is why life is NOT like the stories I read.

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