Is it true as one grows older, the true aspect of "true" love kicks in? As you grow older you realize that true love as mentioned in the classic romances was only meant to be an illusion.. the truth about it however is completely different.
No I'm not being a pessimist, its just that when we were kids.. or rather when were teenagers our idea of love was something we read in fairy tales. When you'll meet your prince charming, the world will seem to be swirling around, you'll hear a thousand violins playing in your head, Sweet would be sweeter, warm would would be warmer and what not. With all these ideas in your amateurish teenage head, you confuse puberty and hormonal mischief as true love. So much so that you fail to understand a simple fact, this phase will pass, and then all you'll be left behind with would an overgrown unwanted blob of guilt which you wont know what to do with when you do indeed find that one person you do feel sure enough to spend your life with.
I often wonder would I have made my choices differently had I been this wise when I was 13? Maybe... Well.. maybe not. Like everyone else I too had that one first love which I confused to be my true love. When it ended.. as conditioned to believe my fairy tale has ended and not as an expected happily ever after I'm doomed to a life of gloom. But luckily as it turns out it wasn't true. No soon when i began living my so called life of dread.. things started to fall in place.. I started loving myself instead of blaming myself, and I have noticed this one thing once you start doing that the world will follow. And come on, lets get real: Who would want to love someone who's not even capable enough of liking themselves!! If you of all the people cant convince yourself of how awesome you are, there is no other who would believe that either!!
And so when I realized that the hero of my fairy tale wasn't the "true love" i seek but me, that's when i actually started living it :) . But by then I had grown older and didn't seem to be a happy surprise that my life continued to be fun even after that then catastrophic event by then it was just how had begun to see my life, happy because it was uneventful :)
And that's precisely then when i realized, my sole aim in life is to be happy.. and that's a very predictable fairy tale.. to be happy now that my ever after really has begun with my one love (let's not over dramatize it by calling it my true "true love" ) his acceptance for who I am and mine for him.
No I'm not being a pessimist, its just that when we were kids.. or rather when were teenagers our idea of love was something we read in fairy tales. When you'll meet your prince charming, the world will seem to be swirling around, you'll hear a thousand violins playing in your head, Sweet would be sweeter, warm would would be warmer and what not. With all these ideas in your amateurish teenage head, you confuse puberty and hormonal mischief as true love. So much so that you fail to understand a simple fact, this phase will pass, and then all you'll be left behind with would an overgrown unwanted blob of guilt which you wont know what to do with when you do indeed find that one person you do feel sure enough to spend your life with.
I often wonder would I have made my choices differently had I been this wise when I was 13? Maybe... Well.. maybe not. Like everyone else I too had that one first love which I confused to be my true love. When it ended.. as conditioned to believe my fairy tale has ended and not as an expected happily ever after I'm doomed to a life of gloom. But luckily as it turns out it wasn't true. No soon when i began living my so called life of dread.. things started to fall in place.. I started loving myself instead of blaming myself, and I have noticed this one thing once you start doing that the world will follow. And come on, lets get real: Who would want to love someone who's not even capable enough of liking themselves!! If you of all the people cant convince yourself of how awesome you are, there is no other who would believe that either!!
And so when I realized that the hero of my fairy tale wasn't the "true love" i seek but me, that's when i actually started living it :) . But by then I had grown older and didn't seem to be a happy surprise that my life continued to be fun even after that then catastrophic event by then it was just how had begun to see my life, happy because it was uneventful :)
And that's precisely then when i realized, my sole aim in life is to be happy.. and that's a very predictable fairy tale.. to be happy now that my ever after really has begun with my one love (let's not over dramatize it by calling it my true "true love" ) his acceptance for who I am and mine for him.
