How good can it get?
I mean, Hollywood releases movies depicting pefection, and we, the viewers, start to expect life to really be that way, then, we get a rude awakening when the prince charming we find turns out to be the evil villain, or the happy ending your favourite actor always gets never quite works out the same way for you.
I wonder what moment in life really shows us that life and the movies are two seperate things. Maybe some people are lucky enough to be born knowing the difference, maybe some people never realize that there even is a difference, maybe some people don't have to realize...
Last night I was at a club, The Foggy Dew, dancing with my friends. I looked around, dumbly expecting the dance floor to be like the larger than life descriptions I hear in songs, and then it hit me. This was real life, this was not and never will be anything like those songs or movies that are so very popular. All I could see around me were drunk, obnoxious men and women, barely aware of what they were doing. I must admit, I felt a little uninspired.
Like most girls, I want something beautiful to happen to me. I want my own fairytale. My own song in which the description of life is so unreal and amazing. My own love story. But, how am I ever going to find that when I'm surrounded by things that have no eye for beauty? I feel like I'm being drowned slowly in a world trying so hard to be like what they see in the media that they achieve the exact opposite. That they miss the bigger picture completely.
I feel like the moment I find something real in this world of pretending, I'll finally find what I'm looking for.
Maybe I'm asking for too much or hoping for too much. But, I honestly believe that if I hold out for it, I'll find something beautiful one day.
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