Hello! Just a random thought that's been floating around in my head for a while now. I am very happily single and really, if I'm completely honest with myself, totally not ready for any form of romantic relationship right now. Haha how apt that this post should come the week of Valentine's Day, but really, it's not an i-am-in-denial-and -a-sour-plum kind of post.
I read something lately, it was an online article linked on my Facebook timeline by a friend of mine. You may have read it (these things have a way of getting around the world so very quickly), it was entitled "You Should Fall in Love With Someone Who Inspires You". The writer talked about how she did not mind if her significant other doesn't have proper education or isn't entirely sure about the direction his life will take, but what mattered most was that he had passion for things he enjoyed doing and his ability to bring out the best in her. This got me thinking because all along, try as I might, I'd still somehow fallen victim to my own romanticised idea of what my man would be like, my future partner. Well of course, I would tell myself, these are just preferences, and I'll make exceptions when the time comes. But then I grew up, went to a co-ed school and realised that this may be harder than I thought. I'm not sure who even reads this blog or if it's just an archive of my own thoughts, for myself, but my very first post was about this subject too. And since then, the whole episode, saga of drama, made me question myself a lot. Among other things, one striking question was really, how far am I willing to compromise just for that warm fussy feeling?
A few years back, I prayed about my future. Well, more specifically, my future husband (somehow I know I'll get married. Somehow. haha). And at that age I was always wondering: who is it going to be? have I already met that person? where will it be? what will it be like? what will I be like? How will I know if God approves?
And so I prayed one night, cuddled up in my bed, that God will prepare someone for me who will exactly complement me in every way. Someone who isn't perfect, but will share a perfect love with me, founded on a love for God. I prayed that God will tell me who it is when I first meet that person, and send a sign. And me being young and innocent, prayed for perhaps the most romantic yet totally crazy sign in the world: snow. Okay it may not be the craziest thing out there but here are a few reasons why it will be quite difficult for me to meet someone under falling snow:
1) I live in a tropical country near the equator. Some people say the day it snows here, is the day the world will end. Which is rather sad really, if you think about it. I mean, meeting the person, that very person that God has prepared you for and prepared for you just before an apocalypse.. But hey, better to have loved and lost than never loved at all, right? Hahahaha
2) I've never seen snow in my life, and probably never unless I migrate to a temperate country (which is my desperate wish) but maybe still a very long way off. This may be a good thing, (or bad depending on how you look at it) because it means that it's probably not anyone I know, which saves me a lot of heartache and headache. But it does seem a little troubling. Now that I'm thinking about it, imagine the crazy things that could happen when I actually see snow. I might stand out there and freeze to death. staring at every strange man that walks past, or every stranger really, since I'll probably have no way of seeing under all that thick padding and winter-wear.
This may sound childish and a little silly, but in my childish faith I still believe it will be true.
Until then, I'd really be much better off with soppy Hallmark movies and Nicholas Sparks' novels. :)
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