Life is full of compromises...

Where is the magic that we believe in as children? Where are the miracles that we think would happen to us? What happened to the fairy tale world of dreams that we were in, during our childhood?

I'm slowly and sadly realizing that dreams, magic and miracles probably exist in movies and books [Have a good mind to sue those people responsible for making me believe they exist, and would happen to me too]. The hard, cold and cruel world that you grow in, only contribute to snuffing the life out of your dreams; With each step you take, you're told again and again, that life is full of compromises, and that you really can't get everything you want.

The world is not rose-colored, you've got to fight for what you want in life, the man of your dreams is not gonna come on a white charger, looking for the love of his life (with whom he'll have an eternally romantic and passionate life) and life just doesn't have a "they lived happily ever after" ending line. Things I've heard repeated till my ears have started aching.

But somehow, I can't get rid of my dreamy self. Probably because I've read too many books and seen too many movies, to be able to make myself believe hard reality. I cannot be practical and that's it. So if I make a fool of myself by not growing up, and not making the right decisions, then So Be It. I'd like it better to be a fool who's made her own decisions, than one who's made other people's decisions.

P.S. Pls. don't think I'm saying all this coz I'm a Harry Potter fan. I don't like hype, and haven't read a single Potter book. Magic for me goes a long way back - much before J.K.Rowling started to write books, or the whole world got caught in Potter mania (abt which I have lots to say, but wouldn't like to say it right now ;), since I may get sued myself! )