the infation of life

I just wanted to clarify: I am not a teenager who sits on my arse all the time thinking depressive thoughts about my depressive life and how depressed I am, or am I the sort who will go out and try to cause trouble for other people. If I'm being honest I'd like to think that I'm the sort of typical girl that in films would end up enwrapped in a beautiful romance, and that's just the problem; the infatuation of lies created by the media, specifically in this case films. Too many films create the idea that if we wait around long enough then our lives are going too miraculously shape themselves into our perfect vision of how we want to them to be. This is would obviously be great, except for 2 major predicaments:
(1)    What are we supposed to do whilst we wait? – are we meant to follow our dreams for the time being, because we might me fated to eventually reach them, or do we become complacent? Either way, if our lives are going to end up exactly how we want anyway then doesn’t it seem as though we’d have wasted more than enough time?
(2)    Most importantly, IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. It’s not.
You have to strive for what you really want, you have to chase it and grab it with both hands. If you trip up on the way then you have to brush yourself down and carry on. So what if you’re hurt? Eventually it will be the scars that make you stronger. Don’t wait around for the bitter disappointment of a hallow dream and wasted time: life’s all about the chase.