There are so many fairy tales about the princess waiting to be rescued from the tower at the top of the castle.

I always wondered what it would be like to be up there.

Looking out, forlorn, alone, despairing  that anyone would ever come.

What kind of horrible person would trap a sweet little princess in a tower?

Why not just freaking kill her? I mean, obviously she is worthless, or she would have found SOME way to escape, or at the very least someone would have paid the damn ransom for her!

Oh! How awful it would be to be trapped in that tower knowing no one gave a shit about you, and you were too week, too helpless, too hopeless to do jack shit for yourself.

Sometimes, when we think we see something, we really don’t.

Sometimes, we don’t see what’s really there.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what they don’t say is that so is ugly.

The next time you only catch a glimpse of what’s happening, ask yourself “what did I just see?”

Did you just see two people falling in love, or out of it?

Did you see an accident, or an intent?

And then, when you are far enough away to safely ponder this, ask yourself “did my interpretation change what really happened?”

Could it have?

Should it have?