“Life is not like a fairy tale; if you lose your shoe at midnight you’re drunk!”
“Oh come on, you’re exaggerating”, she confuted. “Sometimes, we do meet a Prince Charming. Life can surprise us pleasantly”.
“Sure, but how often does that really happen?” Her pessimism was disarming.
The teenage girl grinned and lowered her gaze.
“We need to believe that wonderful things can happen. You’re never too old to dream”.
“Hm, but like Eugene O’ Neill once said, ‘obsessed by a fairytale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a last kingdom of peace’”.
“What’s wrong with that?” she questioned as she turned on the Disney channel. “We become intelligent through the stories we read because we cultivate our imagination, we learn to dream, and we are convinced that dragons can be beaten. Isn’t that the point, after all? To believe that we are as strong and confident as we set our mind to entrust? And that nothing is as impossible as we think? If we don’t try, we’ll never know”.
She left her interlocutor speechless. So much, that all she could do was get the popcorn and share the couch as the movie began.