Love vs Reality, Child vs Life

When life starts to catch up one starts to loose their sense of hope in reality. Everything that used to be normal, everything that was once what was called reality, is gone. One day you wake up and you don't go to High School, you don't go to Young Women's, and you don't see those friends that meant so much to you when life was all about acing that test, making plans for the weekend, and that cute boy in your English class. Suddenly, you see the mountains in the distance and know that there is more on the other side. Your mind starts boarding you on thought railways like the "How Will I Pay for College Trolley," the "Will I Really Marry This Boy Express," and the "What Will it Really Take to Raise a Family Subway." Once this happens reality looses its magic. There is no Santa, Easter Bunny, or Toothfairy. Your dreams must be reanalyzed and you must decide if they are realistically possible. Suddenly, life sucks more than you thought it could and every time you find a small part of hopeful magic to hold onto, you do. Even if that bit of magic is bound to hurt you in the end at least it is something to believe in, because even after reality hits you hard in the stomach and forces you to grow up there will always be a part of you that holds fast to the child within.