You know how when you were a kid and you fantasized in fairy tales, in the characters from Marvel comics, the miracles from the Holy books, the protagonists within them, utterly hoping that someday, someday, when you grow up, the nuances of what your life shall be, when you shall be waking up, just the one being the same. Like seriously, who doesn’t have an inspiration of being one of them or tendency of being one of the same someday.
But then one day, eventually, you ‘grow up’, and in the spite of being one of the same, you realize that rather than being one of those, what you dreamt of being so far vanished in the wake of a fairy tale. Most people turn up to the things & people they can trust. But the thing is: it’s hard to go off with the fairy tales entirely, because everything, and perhaps everyone we know, still have the smallest bit of hope, the faith that one day, they’ll open their eyes and it would all come true.
At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it to be coming. Karma or chance, you never know. It’s like you realize that the fairy tale you always dreamt of was slightly different from what you expected. The ‘castle’, it may not really be the castle, but a muddy mansion that you just see through the rough waters and it’s not important that it’s a happy ever after – what’s important is whether you’re happy right now. For once in a while – one in a blue moon, people will surprise you. And once in a while, people may just take your breath away!