When I was a kid, I was enjoying listening to fairytales,
while... daydreaming was one of my favorite "toys" among others.
I imagine that I was not an exception, since all the children love them,
but I sense that for me it was a bit of more.
Of course the end was always happy and of course the good hero would win the bad guys
and at the end "θα ζούσανε αυτοί καλά κι εμείς καλύτερα"!
The fact is that as I was growing up, I kept believing in those and I still do..
Some times I do pass through cynic periods in my life,
but I then escape and return to the marvelous world of "bold and beautiful"...
I reckon that the secret lies somewhere between what is beautiful,
what is "ideal" what gives us happy moments and balance
and to the fact to be able to recognize those moments and people on real time,
living them at the peak.
And somewhere in between,
maybe the fairytale has been already come true...
without having lost our selves..
To all the heroes of my fairytales:
I still believe in you, I still believe in me..
and the best episodes of each one's story are yet to come!