Happy Ever After

Chapter 1.0

Some children grow up with the dream of being cowboys, astronauts, princesses, and perhaps even Cinderellas or Snow Whites. Others hope to be famous singers or Hollywood, Award winning actresses. Then, when the hopes become distant memories and nothing but dreams, the reality is seen: The chances of being the first man on the moon are extremely unlikely since that ship sunk many years ago, princesses are usually born into royal families, and Cinderella and Snow White are nothing but fiction and even if they were real the story would always end with the same ‘happy ever after’, like that would ever make an interesting story. The chances of being the next millionaire actress are hugely narrow and require great amounts of hard work if you’re lucky enough to even show an ounce of your ability. I’m sorry if it hurts, but it’s the truth.

Sometimes I sat there fantasising about being an award winning actress but then the shocking truth, written above, hit me and the dreams that crept in the small corners of my mind disintegrated. Soon everybody’s did. People focused on having careers which paid the bills like being a lawyer, a doctor or a teacher. The less academic sought to marry famous footballers or couldn’t care less about what the future held.

GCSE’s pasted in a blur and sixth form sprinted past. University soon walked around the corner smirking with “four years of hard work lined up for you” written all over it. For me university hasn’t decided flip to the next page of my life and still haunts my every weekday.

I don’t know quite how ‘the truth’ hit me but it punched hard. The dream of being a Hollywood actress changed to being an author and somehow back to the actress ambition. I was wasn’t  naïve enough to believe that I would win academy or Oscar awards but… one day… when I saw him… I believed that anything was possible… and I would work for as many years necessary for the chance to thank him for bringing back my hopes and dreams or for the chance to work with him. I never said to myself, “I’m going to find him, marry him and live together for ever.” Because, one, I had a narrow chance of finding him in the first place, two, I didn’t even believe that I could actually get close to being successful enough to even meet him, and three I didn’t want the boring happy ever after.