There’s some part of me that still believes in fairy-tales or something magical at-least. I know it sounds silly and stupid, but I can’t help it.
Its that feeling of joy when you see the end of a lovely romantic movie and how everything and every wrong piece comes together to make the perfect end, which is only in true sense a perfect beginning.
I have come to realize that idealising something before it comes to your life may sound like nothing will ever make you happy because not everything from your dreams might come true. But then the feeling, of happiness and feeling of when your heart is ready to burst with so much love, that feeling, even if only in my imagination, makes me loose the logical reasoning.
Whenever something happens, I’m hoping its gong to be part of something big and magical that is in my future and I smile away thinking of how someday I will look back and say that ‘this is why it happened, this was the link that has made my future what it is’. Does every moment in your life have a reason, an intention and a link to something in the future?
I know there’s always a logical and practical answer for everything, but in my moments when I am hoping for nothing but hope and faith and destiny and god, I like to believe that there is some magic in it all.
I wish I knew what it all was meant to be and how, but then that would take away the moment of perfect beginning with unlimited joy, wouldn’t it?
I’m waiting for it.
Even if something as immature as fairy-tales and happy movie endings keep my faith alive in ‘all being for the good’, then I’m happy in it.
What about you, what keeps you hanging onto some infinite hope?