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daughter of the moon
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There’s nothing I want more than to meet the one who’d be the man of my dreams, and to spend my life with him. Nothing scares me more than the thought that I may never have this; not the prospect of possibly becoming unemployed here in a couple of months, nor anything else.
My biggest problem with the whole thing is that there’s no certainty. Well-meaning people keep telling us that everybody will find their’s eventually, but the reality is: So many people remain alone all their lives; probably the vast majority of all people. It’s simply not true that everybody will meet their life partner eventually. The lottery is not about finding the right person for you; it’s about whether or not you’ll find someone at all.
This is the most heart-breaking thing for me. If I at least knew for sure that I’d meet “my” man, I would be glad to wait for as long as it would take. I’d wait another 30 years if I’d have to. I already have waited so long. Sure, I’d get impatient a lot, but knowing that yes, there’s one set date somewhere down the road where it will all pay out, that would be worth it.
But there’s no such certainty. I might be the one remaining alone all my life, ending up in a single burial spot. How do you deal with that? Can you? The only thing to cling to is hope, and hope is… well, certainly reliable, but doesn’t give any promises. All it does is help drag you through another day, when nothing else will.
The most important thing in life, and you don’t even know if you’re going to be lucky enough to find it. The ease with which other people, much younger than me, have already found the love of their lives. Devastating.
I guess I’ll wait… and see.
My biggest problem with the whole thing is that there’s no certainty. Well-meaning people keep telling us that everybody will find their’s eventually, but the reality is: So many people remain alone all their lives; probably the vast majority of all people. It’s simply not true that everybody will meet their life partner eventually. The lottery is not about finding the right person for you; it’s about whether or not you’ll find someone at all.
This is the most heart-breaking thing for me. If I at least knew for sure that I’d meet “my” man, I would be glad to wait for as long as it would take. I’d wait another 30 years if I’d have to. I already have waited so long. Sure, I’d get impatient a lot, but knowing that yes, there’s one set date somewhere down the road where it will all pay out, that would be worth it.
But there’s no such certainty. I might be the one remaining alone all my life, ending up in a single burial spot. How do you deal with that? Can you? The only thing to cling to is hope, and hope is… well, certainly reliable, but doesn’t give any promises. All it does is help drag you through another day, when nothing else will.
The most important thing in life, and you don’t even know if you’re going to be lucky enough to find it. The ease with which other people, much younger than me, have already found the love of their lives. Devastating.
I guess I’ll wait… and see.