Why people no longer believe in fairytales.

Nowadays, people have stopped believing in fairytales. Suddenly we have all become realists. “Happy endings don’t exist”, so we say, “fairytales are only for kids or for those who like to live shut out from the real world”. The thing is, “the real world”, no longer believes in love. We find ourselves surrounded by violence, wars, guns, and blood is shed on a regular basis, yet no one seems to care enough about these things. Yes, we have cops circling the city every hour. Yes, the politicians all they talk about is about providing peace in our city and getting rid of the mobs, but do they? All we ever see on newspapers is how many people were found dead out on the street or highways. It’s as if we can’t get rid of evil no matter how much we try. Why? Isn’t love stronger than anything in the world? The media even contributes to this, including the social networks; in them we see photos of a world I wish was unreal. The foulest part is: I fear it will never stop. How can we find a solution to this? For centuries we have searched for one, yet we have never found one. Many think the solution to this is to simply ignore the situation and instead smile as if none of this was happening with hopes that the other person who sees you smile before this horrid world, smiles too and for this same person to smile to another and so on so forth, a sort of chain reaction type thing. It sounds pretty crazy and quite impossible frankly, since not everyone will smile back to you as spontaneous as one would hope. I personally cannot come up with a solution just yet for the simple fact that I haven’t analyzed the entire situation as a whole. I haven’t explored the pros and cons, but that doesn’t matter. What I am trying to prove here is that due to this, people no longer believe in fairytales.  Love has been losing its importance in the world and in a world where love has no place, neither does faith, consequently leading us to having a scarce imagination and absolutely no magic. We have officially ran out of ‘fairy dust’. Are we happier in a world that no longer has imagination?