Today, I just sat and looked back at the whole of my life (well, not very long yet ;o) and I thought of my childhood... how less I knew, yet how much I believed.
I believed with all my heart that I have a fairy godmother or a guardian angel. That if I just cry hard enough, they will appear and grant me my mish. I even had a list of wishes ready just in case... Even had that clever trick in mind about asking for 3 more wishes as my last wish.
I believed in magic. I believed that it is possible to have a house made of candy. I believed anything is possible. While watching a movie, I believed it to be true! I was too naive to realize it was enacted.
I believed in my dreams. And I had a lot of dreams.
I still have dreams that I believe in. But sometimes I feel I am too educated and grown up now to enjoy the imagination. I have learnt too much about real world!! And somehow the more I learn, the less I believe.
Now I know how a movie is made. I can appreciate objectively, the story, the acting or the direction. But I can never enjoy it the way I could when I was a kid and believed it to be really happening :-)
Remember during childhood you were made fool so many times because of your innocence!e.g.sparrow coming out of ringing bell!and you believed orange to be man- made,made from rice.
ReplyDeleteI believed in fairy godmothers and all those other things too. It is a bit of a disillusionment when you find out that those things don't actually exist, but you have to look for them in a figurative sort of way and continue to dream. Because you are never too old to dream, and certainly never too old to hope for them to come true.
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