Are we living the lives we were meant to lead, are we happy, are our lives within our control, or is it written in the stars?

I have written a book. It has taken me years, and years….and years. It is not published. I have received seven really flattering rejections. “Exceptional writing” “A beautiful, touching story, I’m sure you will find a publisher.” “Your use of language is exquisite.” But they are not taking on my book. A girl could get depressed. But, there is always the dream, and the belief that someday IT will happen. My book will get published, my articles will appear in The New York Times, and I will be one of those first time authors whose book becomes a movie. Am I delusional, have my eyes been covered with rose coloured glasses for too long, or does perseverance gallantly mount the white horse at some point?

My hope is that along the road of perseverance the white horse will gallop beside me and a very handsome publisher will swoop me up, and drop me off at Harper Collins.