I
don't want to start this post out as a cynic, but I am. The older I get, the
more I’m beginning to realize that true love may not be for everyone. Many get
the opportunity to enrich and share their lives with that one special person,
while others spend their lives in a sailboat waiting to reel in their biggest
catch.
Love
is that intense feeling of deep affection that most people yearn for in their
lives. Who wouldn’t want this? Whether it comes from our family, friends,
profession or partner – love is that one thing we all want at the end of the day.
Even greater than love is finding that one true love – that person who will forever
take your breath away and in-turn move mountains for you. Fairy tale
descriptions aside, finding true love is finding your partner, your best friend,
the person who you can drink slurpee’s with until your brain can’t handle any
more freezes.
Beginning
at conception and continuing into my adult life, love was constantly felt from
my family and friends. In fact, I fell in love for the first time at 17. What I
thought was true love ended up fading three years later – partly due to our
immaturity and differences in life. Since then, I haven’t found that mutual
love that many around me have.
As
the years continue to pass me by, I’ve seen so many of my dearest family
members and friends experience that one true love that I’ve always hoped to
attain. Granted, some of those relationships haven’t all worked out, but the
love was there and didn’t go unnoticed. With each new relationship, I’ve become
that much more hopeful that my time is waiting for me just around the corner.
However in the past year, I’ve begun to think that maybe we aren’t all meant to
fall in love. Too many disappointments and heartbreaks have crumbled my faith
and left me with little hope.
We
all are dealt a different hand of cards and who’s to say that your hand has the
queen of hearts in it? Odds are, it may not. Our lives have the ability to
encompass many great things, but perhaps some people are just not meant to fall
in love. Maybe I’m just not meant to experience true love.
A
dear friend recently told me to stop running and evaluate my life. What
mistakes have I made, what changes should I make, what will help shape me into
the person I hope to be by 30? Many of these questions remain uncertain, but
the running path has cleared too much for me to stop running; true love just isn’t
for everyone.
The
realist in me believes this to be the true. Albeit, the dreamer in me hopes the
realist trips over and falls, leaving the dreamer to prevail.
Love,
Anonymous
