Life is indeed a banquet table, I say this despite all the hunger and thirst, despite the existence of people who are starving to death. Maybe we are the ones who cannot see this table, who knows? The beauties of life are as beautiful and attractive as fairy tales. You know how the words "like a fairy tale" flow out of our mouths when we encounter anything beautiful?

You know how beauty, goodness and truth always win in fairy tales? Do fairy tales always have a happy ending? Witches, wizards and evil giants are always among the losers?

That is why those who grow up with fairy tales cannot do evil, hold grudges or take revenge even though they have been hurt and wounded by the bad side of life, by intrigues, schemes, power grabs, rudeness, envy, and sincere bargaining. There are fairies in the fairy tales of grandmothers. Bad children who disobey their mothers turn into dwarves. A cycle of warm fairy tale worlds on endless winter nights. Children believe in fairy tales, fairy tales are real.

As Plato says in his "Ideal State"; "In fact, we should take children from their parents as soon as they are born and raise them with beautiful fairy tales" and elaborates as follows: "Our first job should be to look out for the storytellers. If the tales are good, let them tell them. If they are bad, we should forbid them. Mothers should not tell children the fairy tales we forbid. Let us knead the souls of children with beautiful tales before their bodies, so that they grow up with beautiful tales that will show them the path of goodness."

But the greatest danger of people who grow up with fairy tales is that they are caught unprepared for the evils they encounter. This is why fairy tales are sometimes dangerous. Maybe that is why they cannot find the banquet table of life. As much as children need fairy tales, adults also need clues that can catch these intrigues and evils.

The child does not recognize his own heart, the dark side of life, that is why he is immortal, he does not know death. The most patient host and the strongest clue that the great man holds on to is his madness. Freed from the chains of reality, the great man becomes the owner of a talismanic power that he is liberated in fairy tales, engraved for ages, transcending borders, in the thin line of madness. Sometimes, when pure souls who grow up with fairy tales get tired in the endless labyrinths of reality, they get lost in the serene and peaceful, magical corridors of existence of madness.

Sometimes, like "Conan the Barbarian" and the founder of fantasy fiction, Robert Erwin Howard, they are naive enough to say "The feast is over, put out the lamps" instead of accepting reality.

Sometimes I wish the world was like Thomas More's Utopia; a life full of love and dreams. More describes his longing in his dream "Utopia" (dream country) as follows: "...Utopians not only prevent the people from doing evil; they show them the path of virtue by bestowing rewards and honors. Utopians live together in love. No judge there looks down on the people or inspires fear in them. The president who rules the country is indistinguishable from other citizens. He has neither a fancy robe nor a shining crown. Utopians know that money has no value, so they do not take bribes, and they follow the path of honor. Utopians are not accused and judged for their thoughts and beliefs. For them, freedom is what elevates individuals and societies."

Ah! Thomas More! What an admirable dreamland you have built! Even if your life ends on the gallows, even if it is only a utopia, we are grateful that you taught us to dream.

I sometimes wish, I wish fairy tales could come true; I wish three apples could fall from the sky again. One for peace, one for peace, one for brotherhood.

If a genie appeared and asked me my three wishes; I would say the peace of my country, the peace of my planet and the brotherhood of humanity...

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber