Dreams do come true.
This seems to be the motto of every Disney film, at least the older, most iconic ones. But mostly, the motto is coined in Cinderella, the sugar-coated tale of a young orphaned girl who is forced to love with her evil step-mother and step-sisters. She dreams of a fancier, fairer life, where she isn’t the maid anymore and her Prince Charming is there to rescue her at any given moment. Given the caste system of Medieval Whereever-She-Is-Land, this is highly unlikely. Tormented and made fun of, she finds herself in the middle of her father’s garden, sobbing, when lo and behold! A fairy godmother! She grants her wishes and all of her dreams come true. Pretty neat, huh? All Cinderelly had to do was be sweet, innocent, and pretty, and in the end, her good character alone landed her with the life she had always dreamed of, becoming her reality.
Wouldn’t it be nice if good character really made our dreams come true? Sadly, that’s not how it works. I spent years of my childhood, waiting around, dreaming away my time, being sweet and innocent, for the most part. I was anticipating my future, waiting for the perfect moment to break past the barrier of my chrysalis and emerge as a sensational butterfly, ready to take on the world. I was waiting for a single moment, a major epiphany that would change me from who I was to whom I wanted to be.
I realized that would never happen around the age of fifteen, when my parents bought Winchester for me. Sure, I started taking lessons, and I was already treating him as my own since I saw him all the time, but I never fully understood how much responsibility comes with having a dream morphed into reality.
Something Disney kindly left out.
If a fairy godmother grants you your every wish and whim, simply because you are pure in heart, does that not make you just as bad as a villain who worked to the stub to earn their power? Each has his/her dream? The villain has power, and the pure hearted person has the life of a noble. But what does this convey to people?
That those who have bad character but work are worse than those with good character who don’t do a thing and always get what they want?
It doesn’t seem fair, does it?
Now, the analogy breaks down, as Cinderella had a humongous work ethic.
Ultimately, though, did she do any kind of work to make her dream come true? No. She sat and cried and her fairy godmother came to save the day. Cinderella was an immaculate, innocent girl who deserved a break.
What about me?
I am neither, although I am a girl. I am not a naturally nice person. I have lots of quirks and flaws that would have me cast as the wicked stepmother in any production.
But I try. I work. Hard. So much harder than I ever have before. I have a new ambition to work towards, and every day passed is one day less I have to wait for my dreams to come true.
As Britney Spears said in her latest song, “You better work, bitch”.
I’m working. I am no longer waiting for the epiphany to happen, I am preparing for when it does. I am prepping the field, plowing the soil, sowing the seeds, that I may reap the harvest of my industrious endeavors. I would say that I am making the epiphany happen, but that deducts from the true meaning of the word. I can prep the field, but I can’t make it rain. I can only do so much work before it is up to the cosmic inspiration to lift me the rest of the way, to the next step. Change. Only God can bring the changes necessary for me to make my dreams come true, be they His will.
God is no fairy godmother, and I am no Cinderella.
But dreams do come true.
Now get to work, bitch!