Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a young lad who spent his days as a stable boy. He felt his days were wasted in toil and drudgery and he dreamed of traveling to the magic castle. The magic castle granted the wishes of all who entered. The young lad filled his pack and began the journey to the magic castle. He walked with joy and hummed a happy tune. All was going well and he came upon a deep chasm. There was a bridge across the chasm and the young lad could see that the road continued and led directly to the castle. Night was beginning to set but the young lad was confident that if he hurried he would be at the castle before it was dark. Soon his every wish would be fulfilled and he would be forever happy and fulfilled. Just as the young lad was about to step onto the bridge a bear that had been sleeping nearby awoke and lunged at the young lad. The boy quickly jumped back and avoided being eaten. The bear came at the young lad again in a hunger-induced fury. The young lad ran into the woods with the bear right on his tail. The young lad ran blindly into the woods as darkness set over the woods. In his haste to escape the bear, he tumbled down a ravine and sprained his ankle. He had eluded the bear but now he was lost in the dark woods and was not able to walk due to his injured ankle. The young lad cursed the bear, he cursed his injured ankle, and he cursed the fact that he was now lost in the woods. The castle had been in sight and now everything was lost.
The young lad nursed his injured ankle and he fashioned a crutch from some tree branches. He wandered slowly around the woods for a week as his ankle finally began to feel better. He was still upset and he cursed his fate. He wanted to be in the castle and he was angry and bitter that his dreams were not happening as he wanted. That stupid bear had ruined everything! Being attacked by the bear was the worst thing that had ever happened to the young lad.
After a week of painful wandering, the young lad was walking along a small path. As the path came to a clearing he saw the castle just ahead! The young lad hobbled to the castle gate and was met by a kindly-looking old gatekeeper.
“Well you are one lucky young fellow indeed,” said the gatekeeper.
“Lucky!?” cried the young lad. “More like cursed. You have no idea what I’ve been through!”
“I’m sure,” said the old gatekeeper. “We too have had our own troubles. This is the magic castle where all happiness resides as everyone has heard. About a year ago an evil wizard came to the castle and used his power to take over the castle so that he could use the castle’s magic powers all for himself. The evil wizard did not want anyone to come to the castle to steal his power. The evil wizard cast a spell of illusion and made an illusionary bridge appear to go over the chasm. Many tried to cross that bridge and fell to their deaths. The evil wizard was not satisfied and was worried that someone would somehow get across the chasm. The evil wizard cast another spell so that anyone who knocked at the gate would burst into flames. The few who did cross the chasm all perished at the gates. The evil wizard just died two days ago and the castle was finally free from his evil grasp. The castle is once again the home of bliss. So again I say to you that you are indeed lucky that you somehow survived the illusionary bridge and that you arrived when you did, if you had gotten here a week ago you would have burst into flames right here at the gate!”
The moral of the story? Art (and life) can sometimes be un-“bear”-able but sometimes the bear is just what you need.