Isn’t it funny? That when we grow up, our fairytales become chick flicks? Or is it only the popular culture that has robbed us of the magic? Why do we now have to believe that to be happy, we need a big golden limousine? Or did we grow up with the wrong stories? Of princesses and unicorns? And forgot all about the heartwarming tales of children playing in the fresh air? Stories that inevitably thought that too much or too little of ambition ruined simple pleasures and stole the joy out of living. Stories that taught us that there is good in every person and the villains are people to be pitied. But one thing that age teaches us which is that being happy and being attached is not the same thing. Embrace everything, but don’t get addicted. Addiction cripples imagination and innovation. Loving without addiction is detachment. Detachment without loving leaves us cynical and eventually embittered. It’s an art worth cultivating.