Once upon a time there was a Princess.....

Once upon a time there was a Princess.... What does that mean anyway? Who is she? She is obviously beautiful, but why? Is it her looks? Her charm and grace? The way she treats others? What about her makes us all stare and think “I need to know her.” What about one person makes us all want to reach out to touch her? All but the evil love a Princess. But I wonder.......Does she love herself? I have thought a lot about that recently. For the fearful and the scarred there is nothing quite so terrifying as some one asking to know you. I am not sure why that is. Even more frightening is when that person describes you as someone you want to be. What is it about someone seeing us clearly that makes us want to run?.... There is a moment in life when you realize that the only thing holding you back is yourself. Others all see your light, your “Power”,  the things you so desperately wanted to be when all you could touch was the dank darkness of the abyss you refused to let swallow you. In that moment of enlightenment what do you do? You have two options; you either sabotage all potential happiness or you change the way you look at your self.  That is the choice when one day you find that the Princess is You. She has always been You..... So Your Highness....what will you do?