And the moral of the story is, For everyone there's a love that fits

"You know how, when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be; white dress, prince charming, who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes, and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming; they were so close you could taste them. But eventually you grow up. One day, you open your eyes, and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is, it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely 'cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope... of faith... that one day, they will open their eyes, and it will come true. - Meredith Grey"

Grey's Anatomy prologues are SO me. Haha.

So, how much have we actually grown? Would we really ever know? Probably not. I suppose there's still an inner child somewhere in all of us, and more prominent in some *ahem*, than in others. I like indulging in child-like innocent dreams every once in a while. Times when everything is simple and you're surrounded by pink fluffy clouds in the land of make believe. You can be anything you like, a princess, a dragon-slaying prince, a ninja, a superhero perhaps (HAHAHAHAHA, and just so you know, I don't actually really believe I have superpowers okay. I just like the idea of it =D).

And maybe, just maybe, the lines between reality and fairytale could cross ever so briefly.

I suppose it's much easier to believe that when you're young and ignorant. As you get older, you begin to realise that the world doesn't really work that way. That not every day is sunny and flowery. That not everyone's your friend, and especially not the animals. That you can't really sing and dance everywhere you go (Enchanted), even if you really want to. You begin to realise just how complicated the world and the human mind really is.

So what really keeps us going? That little bit of hope. That little bit of hope that we will someday find our way out of this tunnel. That one day, we will finally come to understand the workings of this world. That one day we will all get our happily-ever-after. At least, that's what I hope.

And for the time being, we can be contented with the present. With the little things we have right now. And the little people around us we can love and trust.

And because I feel like it, a little foot note on how my assignments are coming along. They are progressing. E.v.e.r.s.o.s.l.o.w.l.y. But progressing nonetheless.