Carlos: Spawn of de Vil

Carlos

Fairy Tales are not silly stories meant for the amusement of children, they are in fact a portal to a vast universe filled with imagination, for which some sadly have naught. The bitter, disgruntled misanthropes whose dreams were crushed long ago, blame fairytales for ruining their childhood, instead of taking accountability. Childhood is never truly lost but innocence is. One must only seek the light to break free from insanity. The penurious lost souls just wandered aimlessly Into the Woods only to discover a world gone mad. Knowledge is knowing but is not essential wisdom. Inherent wisdom like common sense does not always come with age, but is bestowed upon a select few with the foresight to perceive what the naked eye cannot. Look not with tainted eyes but with an open mind and honest heart, to find the hidden gem within. Slap on a pair of La Vie en Rose-colored glasses and watch the enchantment unfurl from your disenchanted blinders. "You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus." – Mark Twain. Fables are not fops but fanciful fantasies of faith. Believe in failure but a dream is not just a wish your heart makes, it's to flee grief and heartache so your rainbow will come smiling through. A legend is not a lie but a more optimistic POV in a cynical society. You don't have to believe in a happy ending but can choose to be happy with what you've got. Like The Little Prince or A Little Princess. The prince searched far and wide for more but ended with dearth less. Despite having everything taken away from poor Sara, now in tattered threads, she still managed to behave like a reale princess should. With only her imagination to keep her warm during the chilly nights. A princess is not just a title, a tiara, gold threads and jewels. The true mark of a sovereign is in treating others with kindness and respect, no matter their station. Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. Stop blaming and believe in yourself, knowing full well that a better, brighter world exists beyond the mortal realm. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Salagadoola mechicka boola. Put them together and what have you got? Gibberish drizzle for the kiddies when you fail to properly enunciate what you're accurately feeling inside. "Whatever you are, be a good one." Magic is believing in yourself. "All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them" – Walt Disney.

Carlos is a masculine name with Spanish and English origins. A variant of the name Charles, this name means "free man" or "valiant." The freedom to do what you love, fight for what you believe, and be with the people that mean the most to you is such a vital thing. D'Artagnan was one brave guy that Carlos really looked up to. The Director or Administrator of an orphanage, Christopher Robin Crusoe, found infant Carlos dropped off, wrapped in wrinkled old rags, like discarded garment in a Prada Shopping Bag in front of the home. All the Director saw in pitch black was a glossy car zigzag zipping away. So naturally he named him Carlos! Carlos never knew that his mother was the infamous fashion magnate Cruella de Vil. He grew up in The Lost Boys orphanage not far from London. His only real friend was a beautiful boy named Peter, a free-spirited and mischievous adventurer, who loved tinkering belligerently. In a Panic he refused to grow old and get stuck there forever. So he ran as far away from there as humanly possible. It felt more like he flew away, Neverland to return to Darling Carlos. "My heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman. I have no thought, no view, no hope, in life beyond her; and if you oppose me in this great stake, you take my peace and happiness in your hands, and cast them to the wind." Carlos was lost, but eventually would find his way to a more caring crew. He was boisterous, cool and cunning. He was a very gifted young lad. Studious and skilled in a lot of ways. He knew parkour, he could skateboard and ride a bike. He could knit and sew and was very adept at anything technological. A vital, virile, virtuoso. Needless to say, he was in fact ingenious. He was nimble, he was quick as the wind and jumped over hurdles like a fastidious candle maker. He also had his mothers bright green eyes and very distinctive hair caused by poliosis, a disease that causes a decrease or absence of melanin in head hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, or any other hairy area. Unlike some people, Carlos was never teased for it. In fact everyone thought it was pretty cool! In leathers and shorts with a red sash that tied around his waist and a small leather bag that laid against his right hip. Accompanied with a pair of dark red boots and a pair of red fingerless gloves. Shortly thereafter he bid adieu to the hostel and randoms Laurie and Frieda. But never having even step foot in a college was not cool. No one took him seriously. Education is not an institution of braggarts but can be found everywhere. Society and their silly socioeconomic rules. Doubt is what gets you an education. Just ask John D. Rockefeller, Henry Ford and Anna Wintour. The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance; it is the illusion of knowledge. "Wisdom makes you the smartest person in the room, no matter how uneducated you are." The child prodigy had to make ends meet. By working retail. To depart is farewell, but to be accepted is welcoming. Elementary, said he.