Monday, April 8, 2013

who do you think i am?

i find it extremely humorous when my sister comes home from work and she's met another person who says they know me. then, to add to the humor of it all they talk to her about how they know that me and my best friend Seth are going to get married when he comes home from his mission in Brazil.

have you ever found something humorous that was so obviously not meant to be? this is one of those moments for me.

because seriously, i don't know what will happen. how could they? i know what i want to happen and quite honestly, i don't believe that half of it will happen. i want to travel the world, experience the excitement of falling in love over and over again. yes, i know that means my heart must also break just as many times. i want to capture the beauty of the earth in my mind's eye, gather adventures like small children gather flowers in the garden.

i used to see myself getting married young, having a huge family, homeschooling them and the whole sha-bang. but i have changed so much...

there's just no way after you change like i have to go back to that ever again.

who knows what the future holds. but when people tell me what they know is going to happen in my life, it just makes me want to do the opposite. when i have told others that i want to travel the world, i never want to come back to utah i'm told over and over again that everyone says that but never does it. i'm told that i am and will do in essence what they all have done: date, fall in love, marry, make babies, etc.

no!

i refuse to acquiesce to these "normal" deeds.

please do not take that to mean that i am against them, that i think they are bad or anything like that. marriage is beautiful, and sacred and wonderful. and maybe someday...if i ever love someone enough to not hit him in the head every day...then maybe i'll consider it.

some people were meant to love one person...but i have so much love for everyone, i doubt my short attention span could be breached in favor of marital bliss. 

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