Happily ever after is like beauty. It lives in the eye of the beholder.
A homeless man offered a permanent shelter believes he is living happily ever after. A popstar whose offered a million pound contract believes they’re living their happily ever after.
But am I?
No I am not.
What do I need to do to get there?
I have no idea.
My biggest fear is not thati’ll never achieve my own happily ever after, but that I won’t see it when I find it. I don’t know what I want my happily ever after to be because I don’t truly know what my dreams are. Maybe this is all part of what I am blogging about at the moment, not having lived my childhood as a child means not being able to dream as a child which in turn means picturing my childhood fantasy happily ever after is impossible.
I hope that if I find my inner child, I can find my inner dreams.
So when my happily ever after comes along, I won’t be blind to what’s right before my eyes.