I went to watch Ted last night with the bf and although I can’t say I loved the film, it was definitely entertaining. It was stupid, it was dirty, and yet it had some prophetic truth laced into it.
I was never one for teddy bears but I do remember wishing that there was such thing as the Borrowers, after seeing the film, so that I could have friends. Does anyone remember that movie?
Anyways, a part from all of the swearing and sexual references, the movie Ted left me feeling nostalgic of my childhood. It left me with the understanding that at some point you’re going to have to grow up but that doesn’t mean that you need to stop believing in the impossible. It doesn’t mean that you should stop dreaming or wishing – how else are you going to get through those monotonous days filled with 9 hours of work?
I’m not saying that if you wish for your teddy to come alive, that he will.
What I am saying is that having a dream is a good thing and believing in magic, in miracles – that’s even better.
The question of whether or not it is possible is something that can drive you forward.