Story Time
Insomnia is upon me once again. It has a strange habit of striking from time to time. Maybe a bedtime story will help...
Once upon a time, there was a princess. She was fair, she lived in a wonderful kingdom, and she was happy. It seemed like everything was right with her world. Out of all the things this princess had, her wardrobe was the most prized. Garments of all shapes sizes, colors, and cloth, one for every occasion. And wherever she went, people would stop and take notice. They'd tell her how kind she had been, or how important she was. And it was true, for no one in the kingdom could compare.
But all was not right with her world. It started one day with a simple tear in one of her favorite outfits. It was small and by itself insignificant, but the seam had been severed and unless it was tended to, the damage would only get worse. It's not known quite why she never acted, maybe she didn't notice, or she tried to ignore it hoping it would fix itself, or perhaps she didn't quite know how to go about mending it at all. But whatever the reason, it wasn't dealt with, and the tear grew. More appeared on other garments throughout her closet, spreading more and more each time they were worn. It became more then the princess could handle. How could she continue to rule over the kingdom with these rags that had at one time been some of her finest apparel? Something had to be done. They no longer were fit to be part of her wardrobe, they must be tossed out.
It wasn't easy to part with them, all the events and parties she had been to, all the memories she had, weighed heavy on her mind. But she had made her choice, and had to follow though.
Time passed and the princess pressed on. She bought some new clothes, and found some old ones that she had set aside long ago. And wherever she went, people would stop and take notice. They'd tell her how kind she had been, or how important she was. She was fair, and she lived in a wonderful kingdom, so why was everything still not right with her world?
As the princess looked down at her feet, wondering why she could not be happy, she saw a small tear in her shoe... Something had to be done.
Kinda sad isn't it? But there comes a time when we need to stop placing all the blame on the fabric.
Perhaps I can sleep after all. It'll do me some good.
~John
Once upon a time, there was a princess. She was fair, she lived in a wonderful kingdom, and she was happy. It seemed like everything was right with her world. Out of all the things this princess had, her wardrobe was the most prized. Garments of all shapes sizes, colors, and cloth, one for every occasion. And wherever she went, people would stop and take notice. They'd tell her how kind she had been, or how important she was. And it was true, for no one in the kingdom could compare.
But all was not right with her world. It started one day with a simple tear in one of her favorite outfits. It was small and by itself insignificant, but the seam had been severed and unless it was tended to, the damage would only get worse. It's not known quite why she never acted, maybe she didn't notice, or she tried to ignore it hoping it would fix itself, or perhaps she didn't quite know how to go about mending it at all. But whatever the reason, it wasn't dealt with, and the tear grew. More appeared on other garments throughout her closet, spreading more and more each time they were worn. It became more then the princess could handle. How could she continue to rule over the kingdom with these rags that had at one time been some of her finest apparel? Something had to be done. They no longer were fit to be part of her wardrobe, they must be tossed out.
It wasn't easy to part with them, all the events and parties she had been to, all the memories she had, weighed heavy on her mind. But she had made her choice, and had to follow though.
Time passed and the princess pressed on. She bought some new clothes, and found some old ones that she had set aside long ago. And wherever she went, people would stop and take notice. They'd tell her how kind she had been, or how important she was. She was fair, and she lived in a wonderful kingdom, so why was everything still not right with her world?
As the princess looked down at her feet, wondering why she could not be happy, she saw a small tear in her shoe... Something had to be done.
Kinda sad isn't it? But there comes a time when we need to stop placing all the blame on the fabric.
Perhaps I can sleep after all. It'll do me some good.
~John