single?

I received an e-mail entitled 'The Gift of Being Single'. Honestly I thought it was another message of how thankful someone is of being single but actually when you read between the lines, the author is really crying for a relationship and the whole i-don't-need-a-boyfriend drama is just a defense mechanism. Come on! Who wouldn't want a to be loved by someone you love? But while reading it, I found some passages true enough.

"TOO often people want what they want, or think they want at the moment, which is usually "happiness" right now. The irony of their impatience is that only by learning to wait, and by willingness to accept the bad with the good do we usually attain those things that are truly worthwhile. I have a blessing which is sometimes seen as a curse. I am blessed with the gift of being single…

…For most of us twentysomething young professionals, it seems the world has already come up with its own set of expectations on how we should live life. The world expects us to finish school in our early twenties, get a job, find the love of our lives by the time we reach our mid-twenties, marry and have kids. But the thing is, not everyone sees their dreams come true in the same way. In this article, I shall try to endeavor to change the way the world looks at being single…

…The art of contentment means you wouldn't mind if life had to make you wait for so long to find the love of your life, because you know that the waiting would only make the finding much sweeter…

…Sometimes the dilemmas we face are not between what is absolutely bad and absolutely good. Sometimes, it's between good and best. Treat this stage of your life as a phase to evaluate who is good for you and who is best for you. Sometimes, you won't hear music, or feel magic to know who's best for you. The heart just knows and it doesn't need any romantically charged scenario to decide on the matter. Trust in your heart, and trust that time will eventually lead you to, not to the perfect partner, but to the most suitable partner for you. Being single is a phase of life that we need to be thankful for, because being single means our hearts have yet to choose the best one for us…

… Sometimes, when you spend too much time trying to find a boyfriend, you normally end us marrying the first loser who comes to your door…

…Take your time, the world will wait. Being married doesn't guarantee that it will make your life happy. It doesn't guarantee anything at all. Sometimes, it only brings two miserable people together only to make their life even more miserable. Without the right intention, the emotional maturity, financial security and of course, unwavering love, you're better off unattached…

… Life is about things that you do and happen to you everyday. It's not about the things that could have happened but never did, or things that you think would happen in the future. Live life now. Live it to the fullest and stop beating yourself up, trying to be perfect on a Saturday night date. Allow life to surprise you with it's most wonderful blessings."

When I was younger, I was very cynical about relationships. I didn't want to get married because I felt that no man is strong enough to handle me. But honestly growing old alone has always been my worst fear so I guess saying such was part of the whole defense mechanism ploy so I wouldn't expect much from fate. My brod told me that I'm such a big commitment-phobe brat. My defense to that is that those who avoid commitment are the people who know how big it is.

Now, I have a different perception. I know that he's out there. (How cheesy does that sound?) I know someday, my life would be a little more difficult but a lot more interesting because of it. I guess the love I am waiting for better be passionate and extraordinary. As the dream for insomniac says, there are already too many mediocrities in life. Love shouldn't be one of them. So until I haven't found that sickening bittersweet quickmelt can't-live-without-each-other kind of love, I'll allow life to surprise me in other ways.

Avenue Q says, there's a thin thin line between love and a waste of time.