Fairytales

Watched 'Enchanted' with my best friend today.

The show left me with mixed feelings. I reflected upon some things that happened in my life recently and I felt the urge to pour it out here on my blog.

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Why do so many believe in fairy tales despite the fact that we all know that there are no happily-ever-afters? Are we stupid? Or foolish?

I think the reason lies in one word, and that word is 'hope'.

I think that everyone of us live our lives in hope of something better. Be it fame and fortune for ourselves, health or well-being for our loved ones, or even world peace and happiness for others who share this earth.

Hope is the fuel that keeps all of us going. Hope is the driving force behind our every endeavour, our every effort and labour. Without hope, there is no joy. Without hope, there is no passion. And without hope, there can be no life.

Yet that brings me to one question. How do we decide when does hope becomes fantasy. How do we draw the line between dreams and realities? Do we give up all hope when a dream seems further and further in the distance, or do we give up our desire, our passion when we have need of bread and butter?

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I realise that I am reaching another crossroad in my life. Do I forge on, in hope of what seems more and more like a folly? Or do I settle for reality? Am I overlooking something that has always been close to me, or am I seeing mirages, and imagining fantasies?

Increasingly, I begin to feel that sight is a curse. I must needs be blind to see with my heart.