Sometimes, life seems so hopeless. Living is just like an act, an act that seems eternal, never-ending one. Play your role fine and people are jealous like shit with you. Play your role bad, and people scolds you. True. Fairy stories can't be true. You can't find any charming prince kissing a poisoned snow white nowadays. All you can see is the view of the step mother poisoning her. Your fairy godmother won't appear when your stepmother and stepsisters leave you behind scrubbing tubs while they go to the ball to dance with the prince. Mickey is just some story. So are all fairy stories. They are always so perfect. The good wins evil. They are acting in a way of how people wants them too. They are being played, being directed, and being filmed. Hope plays a role in the speech. It doesn't appear in the movie. It is some role so unimportant in movies, in plays, in cartoons. What they call hope everytime are usually destined. Hope is a miracle. And miracles are like looking at a rainbow in the dark starry night. Yeah. How often a miracle happens? No one knows. Even if it happens, the chance of it is so small. Got a miracle?