Looking through all the photos that we took in hong kong and stumbled upon this precious one. We all looked so happy. I vividly remember this little girl's dad telling her "Princess! Princess, pose like a princess sweetie", and that ^ was her very poised princess pose.
I don't know, it just reminded me how I once was like her, how I always begged my mum to buy me those princess outfits (Cinderella's dress was always my favourite), and I'd prance around actually believing I might be a princess. But I was happy. Those type of happy where your heart is bursting with joy and such. When my dad made stupid home videos of me asking me to pose like a princess, i really did believe i was a princess and did the best curtsey i could and tried to be as graceful as i could be.
They're right. When you start to grow up, you know more things. And sometimes knowing more things does not equate to you being happy. When you grow up, you're able to differentiate what can be achieved and what can't. Sooner or later, we lose that spark. I don't exactly know how to explain what that "spark" is, but for me, it's something along the line of believing that sometimes the unthinkable can be achieved.
but then again, what do I know.
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