Blotting Paper

Of Fairytales and Happy Endings......

Life was supposed to be all figured out by 23. By 23 i was supposed to have it all - Fame, Love and Fortune. Well i'm 23 now, Fame and Fortune? - Still a long way to go, and for Love - well, i'm still a believer, but not quite the same.

At 23 life's less figured out then it was in the days i wanted to be an astronaut or a teacher. I think the greatest difference between me at 12 and me at 23 is the slow deterioration of that cheery eyed optimism that was once so much a part of me.

Of late i find myself desperately hanging on to all things that bring back a semblance of that hope that seems to have eluded me. I guess deep down, i still want to believe in fairytales and happy endings.