“No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true.”
There comes a point in our lives when we stop believing in Santa, mermaids, and fairytale princesses. We realize that they simply don’t exist, and accept it. But is there also an inevitable point in time when we stop believing in “happily ever afters”? Unfortunately, yes. And then, most importantly of all, is there a point when we stop believing in our dreams.
I’ve always grown up knowing that I wanted to change the world. I didn’t know how, but I knew I wanted to make an impact. I remember as a little girl, I wanted to be an artist or an actress, and then later on I told myself I wanted to cure cancer. Lofty goals. Goals that scared my mother…(particularly the first 2).
But I’m starting to wonder if that’s something most of us grow out of. As we grow older, we start facing reality. The next final. The next interview. The next bill. It goes on and on….and we stop believing in those dreams. We start telling ourselves to “be realistic,” and that we need to forget all the fairytales and Disney movies. (I watched ”The Little Mermaid” at the gym last night, and starting pondering references to ethnic conflict and how we’re so exposed to this idea of segregation at such a young age…and perhaps there’s a lesson to be learned from the unity of mermaid and human…just a thought)
There’s a Steve Jobs quote that gave me goosebumps when I read it: "The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do."
I was discussing future plans with my mom, and I brought up that quote. She laughed a little bit, and mentioned something about the there are so few “Steve Jobs” “Walt Disney” “Oprah” etc. figures out there, and the probability of actually changing the world in that sense is so small.
And I completely agree. But I think what’s sad is that we lose faith in our potential. We take ourselves out of the race before it even begins. We defeat ourselves, and tell ourselves that we’re not good enough, we’re not smart enough, we’re not strong enough. But screw that, because yes you are.
I find a lot of value in a lot of the childhood movies that we watch. I was thinking yesterday that I wish I could go back and listen to my thoughts, and watch myself the first time I watched “The Little Mermaid.” I wonder what was going through my head… I wonder how those ideas shaped me, even at an early age. We’re taught to dream, to believe, and that even if you’re in freaking rags, if you work hard and do the right thing, you can change your circumstance. (Granted, yes, there are some misogynistic undertones in a lot of these princess movies…I’m looking past that for now). God dang it, even if you’re a freaking girl, if you have something to fight for, you can save a whole damn country.
I just think that we’re told so early on to believe- in something. So I find it a little sad that one day, many of us are going to tell ourselves to just grow up. That dreams are just dreams. Nothing more.