She believed that one day she could do something so spectacular, so extraordinary that she would be remembered and adored by all. This belief grew into a magnificent plan, and those within close proximity could practically smell the eagerness and ambitiousness that radiated off the child. But only her sister could see this belief for what it had really become; a cancer. Over time she saw the girl work less and less, beginning to think that this event would come with an open hand and approach her easily. She didn't stop to think about previous successors – those who had left their mark in the world – but instead waited and laid back for something that would never happen if she didn't put in the effort and time. Over time, the girl lost her friends. It was obvious that she would drag them down with her if she kept on insisting that “No, we don't need to pass because we'll be rich by the time we leave!” and “It's okay, I didn't really care about that grade anyway. It won't matter when we're famous.”. But the most worrying event was the innocence and ignorance, the arrogance yet gullibility of the word “Why?”. She has to go to school. Why? She needs to revise more. Why? She has to get a job. Why? Why must she, when she's already thinking of how she'll present her life-changing products, when she's already planning how great rendezvous with a famous, influential actor who will realize her potential in the world? When she'll become the face of greatness, when she'll make a difference?
But these were mere fantasies that she simply retreated to in hard times, or ran to as soon as life threw a punch.
To quote Coldplay;
When she was just a girl, She expected the world. But it flew away from her reach, So she ran away in her sleep.
And dreamed of paradise.