So once upon a time lived a little girl.
And once upon a time, that little girl had dreams.
She went to see a ballet with her mom when she was really young.
And fell in love.
So she started taking dancing lessons.
As her teacher saw her potential, she started pushing the little girl more and more and more.
But she wasn't strong enough and couldn't handle the pressure anymore.
She came home crying and told her mom
"I want to quit"
The girl never touched her ballet shoes again.
To cheer her up, her mom took her to see a figure skating show.
And fell in love.
One of her friends was taking lessons so she asked her to teach her a few moves.
She was a fast learner.
Winter was almost over and she couldn't practice outdoors anymore.
So she asked her parents to take lessons
"Too expensive" they said
The girl never touched her ice skates again.
To make it up to her, they asked her if she wanted to take art classes instead.
She loved to draw and create so she accepted.
Teacher's favorite.
She lost herself into art.
She decided to participate to the school's drawing contest to win a year free of painting classes.
She won and appeared into the local newspaper.
She devoted herself to painting for many years.
But the school stopped giving the classes.
And her parents didn't want to search for a new school and forced her to quit.
The girl never touched her paint brushes again.
But she kept on drawing.
When it was time to choose a program in college, the girl said
"I want to be a cartoonist!"
So she applied, passed the entrance test and got accepted.
She was so happy.
She was sure that it was her path.
But as the months passed by, she realized that she was wrong.
Then again she couldn't handle the pressure.
She ended up leaving college.
The girl barely touched a pencil after that.
The girl doesn't draw at all anymore now.
It took her 3 years to find another interest.
She woke up one morning and said out loud
"I want to be a makeup artist"
She called her dad and asked him if he could lend her $2000
She called the school right after to register
She started her classes two days later.
Teacher's favorite
She was the best.
She was happy.
She was sure that this was the right path.
The girl is barely touching her makeup brushes anymore.
Is history repeating itself?
If you ever see that girl
With stars in her eyes, or with a blank look
Watching ballet, ice skating or artists painting/drawing
So lost in thoughts
Looking happy and sad both at the same time
Don't wonder why.
She's dreaming
Of a life she could had lived.
Of a life
that will never be hers.
