I like reading novels as they are a good source of escape from reality but I have a question. Why every hero must be smart, talented, strong, handsome, kind to his girl only, and in his slaying aura? Why every female main lead needs to be mesmerizing, with attractive eyes and insane beauty, who is deeply in love or being loved completely?
If I ever get the chance to write a story, I'll write about average people. The man who doesn't need to be handsome, talented and perfect to have a love story and woman doesn't need to be pretty as heavens to be loved. Where one don't have to done everything perfectly in order to be accepted, where making mistakes will be considered as a natural human thing, where an average person will romanticize their life.
These novels, books, movies, they make us sick, build a constant tug within us, the desire to look perfect, to conceal our flaws in order to be loved and accepted. They are fine only as a source of escape, from our minds that are constrained and the hearts that are bleeding and unless we will not compare our lives with those fictional characters. (edited)
It's fine if you can't get A grades all the time, if you don't know how to cook, if you can’t bargain from shopkeepers, if you don't fulfill the standards of beauty set by the society, if you are not a genius who have solution to every problem, if you don't have money to go on vacations or hangout with friends, or have a weekend dinner at 5 star hotel.
As long as you have dreams to accomplish, health to be grateful for, and Allah by your side, you are okay. Remember no one's perfect, and the one who claims to be perfect is a liar, a hypocrite. Know who you are and accept your self. Live for yourself and your parents who raised you very well and forgive yourself and your parents for the mistakes they have done. Give yourself and others some credit of being a human (an imperfect creature).
Novels offer us a lens to see the world differently, a gateway to knowledge and imagination. But when we begin to read them as reality, they can quietly steal away our happiness, filling our hearts with expectations that life may never meet.
There was a time I believed in the promise of finding someone who would embrace every flaw, every imperfection, just as stories painted it. But I stepped away from novels for a while, and when I returned, I learned to read them differently; not as a blueprint for life, but as a source of insight, entertainment, and quiet lessons.