Jumat, 27 Januari 2012

Cinderella Story

Every story has an untold side, no matter how obvious the storybook’s told the reader,
Look,
Cinderella’s story isn’t over after being married to a prince,
It’s the starting point, how she adapt to the royal family.
Cinderella might not be happy,
The prince might cheat,
The king might not like her,
The queen might be so cruel,
And no one give a damn,
No one even bother to think of the consequences she has to bear for jumping into the palace.
Everyone closed the book and make the version of happy ending in their head.
But, each character of the book, is still walking through an untold story.
Till when? Who knows…


(inspired by an episode of Kurosagi, a Japanese dorama, that was once, focusing the story about Cinderella. This very episode is stuck in my mind, the one and only episode of Kurosagi I remember so clear)



Everyone has their own story, be it the story they keep for themselves, of the story they share with other. Compared to the fairy tale about Cinderella, a real person’s story is like a novel, or rather, a biography. It will be as complicated as it may seem, yet it will also be very enthralling for some reason.

Lots of people love fairy tale, yet why don’t lots of people love biography too? 

Well, as someone’s life might be very long or surprisingly short, it contains very much opinion, complexity of mind and the enigma of heart. Biography readers are usually only interested by a minor shine of the main character, and soon, lots of reader will drop the book as it will bore them out.

Everyone is living in a biography, or rather, everyone is a biography themselves
There’s no such person who’s hollow and empty inside. Everyone has a complex story. Everyone has their hidden story, the untold ones, the secret only them and God who ever know. 
People, created with all the limitation, tend to see only a part of the “living biography”, read it, try to understand it, even just a chapter of it, then as the chapter changes, people contemplate whether to read on or turn the cover close.

Most people close the cover. Most people thought one chapter of other’s life is an end, just like the Cinderella Story. Almost nobody ever think about how Cinderella would be doing in the palace, jumping from an extreme social status from a worthless maid to a wife of a prince.
 Before I watched the episode of Kurosagi, I never give it a thought too. 

Who cares what happen to Cinderella after?

 
Cinderella might be very happy, because she’s a very kind person. She deserved to be happy. 
Good thing if it really like that, but what if Cinderella’s being bullied soon after she got into the palace? 
Or what if actually she was the number ten or whichever to be the wife to the prince? 
Or what if the prince actually an old man casting spell to become younger-looking? 
Or what if the prince died because of the war afterward? 
Or what if the kingdom actually is going bankrupt and she, along with the royal family were thrown to the street? 
Or what if Cinderella herself was actually money-minded, so soon as she got enough wealth she would run away from the palace? 
Or what if actually she is a spy from another kingdom to attack the royal steadiness?

Or, what if she became queen but she’s very dumb so she’d ruin her own kingdom because of her stupidity?

Kinda extreme, huh? But those are some from a million chance for Cinderella story. Maybe soon after you read this, you straightly have some kind of crazier ideas about Cinderella’s biography. Am I right?

In fact, as every chapter ends, new chapter begins. It might be a better story, or a sadder one. But, it continues on, with or without reader.


Some reader will be staying, reading carefully, thoroughly. 
Rare reader will even try to read the previous and more previous chapters, to get more understanding. These rare readers are the one that will be held dear by us, the living biography; people we will love, people we will nurture with all the attention, compassion and understanding we have.


As for me.. 
I’m blessed because I have them, the rare readers. 
They’re people who understand me as a whole, as me, all of me. They love me, for who I am. They support me, for who I am. They stand by my side, taking both my arm when I feel like falling. 
Even though I never ever shed a teardrop in front of them, they’re people who know things behind my laughter. 
They see through all the strong front and smiling face I have. They’re able to reach me behind all the happy-go-lucky and i-don't-care-about-it I serve. They see… the real me…

And that’s why I love them. That’s why I take their hands and stand strong. 
Not because I am myself a strong person, but because I have them all, strengthening me.
That's enough a reason to keep going past any unspoken fear and sadness i meet along the way.

My biography, the complicated and full of untold stories, is already being read by people I love the most. That’s one most relieving feeling I have; I am not, and never alone.
And that’s enough, to make me smile, a real smile…

Thank you, everyone,
Bless me for one last thing I want to do, before I close this precious, very precious biography I’ve been reading for three years…




P.S. I am no Cinderella, i don't own Cinderella story nor Kurosagi, but i do own this blog address :p
(January 26th, 2012; 11.25 pm)


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I am Enneagram type 7 with ENTP, highly imaginative, lots of flight of ideas, yield many hobbies and skills, and unsurprisingly extraordinary. Yes, why do people even bother to define themselves as ordinary while every soul is downright created as extraordinary? :p