Are we all done believing?

Are we finished or too grown, or far along with technology to believe in fairy tales? Of happy endings that could very well be our own? Are we better than that? Have we lost all faith in man kind or childish dreams that once used to fill our heart with hope?

I never think that any of it is an option.

We have faith, we have it buried deep inside us and all we have to do is discover it. Make it known. We are a wonderful creation, and so is everything around us we take for granted. The wasting of cell phones, cars, air, trees, light, food, animals, life. Everything in our grasp is not cherished yet destined to be demolished once in contact.

When were young, is that the only time we have for fantasy? Is that the only thing that we don't take with us that was a part of us when passing into adult hood?

I wish and dream and hope for something I know that has and must be real to come forward. Not to prove its being but to show that yes when you were young, and your parents said to grow up; That they were the ones who needed to see what it was we see. What they used too. A world full of possibilities, princes, evil, good, and above all, more. More than what it is the ones before them managed to destroy.

That even though the times have changed and we are forced to be taught in a world where they only destroy hope for others, we still know deep inside there is.

There is us for a start, there's animals, and their development through out the time that has passed. Is that not proof enough? There is more than meets the eyes of the beholder, more that we cannot see but feel. We cannot touch or taste but hear and love. We are not to prove, or disprove but to acknowledge and consider its very being. We are to hope. Secretly to ourselves for the better of others ignorance and the thoughts of those who only mean to destroy. That someday they will come to an understanding and perhaps learn to believe in hope as well.