You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be. Yeah, I can visualize it now. . .that white dress and a prince charming who would carry me away to a castle on the hill. When I was sick, I would lie in bed at night, eyes closed, and have complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close I could taste them, but eventually I grew up. See, I had the chance to grow up, to be a part of something that isn't perfect, but was damn near close.
Some people open their eyes and think the fairy tale disappears. Most turn to things they think will make them happy rather than people. All the while having a chip on their shoulder that the world is a cold, cruel place.
Me? I hold on to a sliver of that fairy tale. Others, they may open their eyes and realize theirs has come true. They may open their eyes and see the world in a whole new light, but maybe they should've been seeing that light all along. How many people has this happened to?
The faith to believe turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dream, but its still there. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. Its not so important that its happy ever after, just that its happy right now.