With an oncoming birthday and another year barely survived, I’m facing the realities of being in my thirties. No longer “young” and not old enough to put thoughts of companionship totally to rest. Will I face the rest of my birthdays alone and if so is that really so bad?
Loving someone -a significant other- is one of those journeys there is probably no one set course / answer to with regard to getting it “right”. The world is so materialistic and superficial, are we capable of being “real” with someone? No messaging or filters or profiles to buffer the relationship but truly being open with someone and accepting … Flaws?
Everyone is flawed and everyone has their measure of flaws they are willing to accept/ overlook in another. Looks over finances, ambition over honesty, truth over passion – it’s unlikely that anyone gets the whole ideal package and it’s more like you just settle for what’s closest to it.
I don’t know any couple who is happily married. On the outside the facade is lovely but on the inside, every one of the relationships is a horrific roiling mass of chaos deceit and pain. Why do we do this to ourselves? Do we choose someone, anyone as time goes on because we fear being alone at the end? Do we have responsibilities children and finances that out weigh the likelihood of letting the person go? Or do we love the person whole heartedly still despite the turmoil?
I’m not entirely pessimistic about the likelihood of true/undying love, I just feel that it’s not something everyone has the luck of truly experiencing. Does being in love mean you must experience pain? And is that pain better than being alone?