The girl says: "Some day my prince will come, and take me away from all this."
We all live with the hope that our daily toil is leading towards perfection. We believe the reward for all our suffering is just around the corner, and that soon, everything will be different. Indeed, it is commonly said that hope is the only thing that makes life worth living.
That which is commonly said is always wrong. Hope does not make life worth living, because it is in vane. Perfection never comes to the foolish, no matter how long and deep their faith. It is not surprising the elderly feel bitter and cheated.
If a cart is not moving, do you hit the cart, or the horse that pulls it? If we do not attain perfection are we to blame, or the method we use to attain it? The method is the horse, and we are the cart. Foolish hopes cannot carry us to our destination.