Wildest Fantasy🤸‍♂️..

 From childhood till date,my wildest fantasy was to live in a fantasy world - like in Barbie,Disney...

Running into that rabbit hole,Falling into land of Narnia behind the Wardrobe,Waiting for Hadrid's arrival,a trip in Hogwarts express platform No:9 3/4...,Visiting Willy Wonka and his chocolate factory,Being a princess of the four realms!!
But why?
Because despite all the obstacles in face,there is an unquenchable curiosity that led every character to its predestined fate. And what about us?Why should we yearn for a fairyland when the real world is so much more?
We all grow up with the same curiosity. But at  a certain point we tend to lose that curiosity stuff and thus make our life miserable than it is...At times,we start to believe that it's all impossible. We lose our confidence out of the fear of our integrity. For the time being,We seldom even remember that we had a dream to catch. We forget the way we used to see the world when we was little. And thus,we become scarecrows leaving behind all the dreams and hardihood accomplishments that led us this far!




~ SalmaAneesaBabu🦋



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