Keys.

Keys. Their funny littel things. Ever since I was a little girl I have had a somewhat fasination of keys. How they open and close things. Doors, windows, houses, cars, cabnets, chests, anything thats locked. I find myself wishing there was a key to all the things we use as a figure of speech like the key to someones heart or the key to success. But who's to say there isn't? Maybe theres a magical island somewhere that hold everyones heart keys or maybe in some corner of the earth there lies a success key. Maybe not. Maybe the key to success or love is hope? Not hope that a silly fairytale may come true but hope that one day you'll wake up next to someone half decent with money in your account with a roof over your head. We seem to always want the best fo the best and why? why cant we settle of just good? Maybe the key to success and love and all these things that human debatibly want instead of need are just like cinderella, all a myth? But is it wrong to loose hope? Maybe. But i find that hope is what gets someone into trouble with the heart. With out hope there would be no disappointment and how good would that be. Call me a pessimist but would life really be all that bad if we couldnt unlock the doors of love, success, fortune and happiness? Because for most of us we forget that when we walk out the door that it locks behind us. When we feel our pockets for the key to relise we've misplaced it or its been stolen or left inside and your standing there with nothing but the memory of what was.