Lately it seems that everywhere I turn people are in love.
-Every book i pick up has some romantic, epic love component.
-Every film or tv show has stunning romantic quests.
-Just walking down the street- hands are held, lips meet, clandestine lovers' smiles are shared.
None of which I can remotely relate to...
So I've just been sitting here thinking about life and love. Have i not lived life to the full unless i've been in love? Is that the purpose of life?
Also why the continued focus on lovers' love? Is the love one feels for their family and friends less important or powerful than the love felt for one's 'soulmate'.
I am only 19. I am in no rush to find 'the one'. In fact the more i think and walk through life's haze- i realize that perhaps it is more trouble than it is worth. Why is everyone so desperate to find 'the one'? Why can't you be just as happy being an independent person? I had a conversation with a friend about this the other day- not many people live their lives intending to stay alone forever. Why not?
The other day i had an epiphany of sorts. A massive, air purifying epiphany. I had a sudden clarity about what i wanted from life and myself. Most certainly i have realised that if i am not 100% content and sure about who i am within myself- how could i have any hope of dedicating so much time and devotion to a significant other?
Just ramblings from a thoughtful mind.
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