Stuff of dreams...

I remember all the stories, the shoe fit the Cinderella, the frog was turned into a prince, sleeping beauty was awakened with a kiss, Once upon a time they lived happily ever after.Fair tales, the stuff of dreams! I remember it al all, I am sure we all do. They told us these stores, even if not too many times, they were stuck in our minds.

The problem is when they told us the stories, they distorted reality, they made us believe in the extraordinary, in miracles… they made us want to dream and believe they come true. But, fairytales don’t come true. Reality is not extraordinary and when I grew up to realize that it was already too late, I had my characters in place, I knew how the story would go, once upon a time…..

But now I know the problem is not the fairytale, the problem is this need to be extraordinary, unusual; something that only would be made in dreams. And in trying to achieve that we miss the beauty of mediocrity.

We are not sure what this extraordinary is, we’re not sure how this fairytale ends, but we still run after in, every part of my waking life, is spent in getting closer to something I am not even sure it exists.

So I wonder then , when did life get so predictable, when did I get into a game of hurdle, where I am running on the same track, in the same direction, very predictably waiting for that hurdle that I will jump over and complete another milestone in this run I never even knew I was running.

But, the real question is, what do I do when I know of this, where do I jump the tracks, where do I slow down; when do the hurdles stop, or when do I reach a point when it doesn’t matter.

I still believe in my fairytales and I still believe in extraordinary, I think the real point is there is little bit extraordinary in all of us, the stuff that dreams are made of …everyone has them.

And I say this because, I see people around me, the mediocre people, the ordinary people, they are living my fairytale … they have what I dream of, but for me it’s still elusive.