Sure I had plenty of exhilirating moments as a not-so-typical 25-year old. I am well-educated, earning my 2nd Masters degree in Mathematics 6 months ago while pursuing a doctorate in a few days time. I am well-travelled; I've been to a lot of countries in Asia and a handful of states in the US of A, being a proud recipient of a 10-yr Multiple entry visa of that country. Once again, in a few days time I'll be conquering the whole new world of Europe. Back in my own country, I have my own car and invested my hard-earned cash in real estate. It may not amount to much but at least I have enough to tide me up during the rainy days.
But in spite of all of these self-pompous achievements, I would say that the thing I treasured the most is not my education nor my passport; the thing I have exceeds everything by light years. What I have is something way more special and makes me a lot happier, not because that's how people will perceieve me, but because deep within it truly gives a different sensation.
Perhaps anyone can guess what I'm talking about.
A couple of years ago I remember a senior colleague advising me about single-blessedness. She told me to treasure my youth and have a lot of fun being alone and be contented as such. I guess she has a point, afterall being a separated from a womanizer husband would eventually rub some phobia on commitments. So I listened to her stories intently and maybe I was a bit influenced that I found it almost impossible to be in any serious relationship. Deep inside I really wanted to be in one, but the lack of opportunities and my overall shyness always overcome my desires.
And so I just dated and .. dated .. and travelled around the world .. and dated even more..
How fruitless one life can be? "Like a train to nowhere." I always say!" I have had so much free time in my life that I have seen thousands of rants and ramblings on people's blogs to decipher the common of all such. Of course, it's human nature, and social culture as well, to establish some sort of personal pride and depict oneself as some sort of a 20-something-troubled-emo. How many times have I seen the phrases "Life sucks!" and "Life stinks!" like it's some sort of a vendetta against their existence.
"Been there, done that.." I have had my share of frustrations and my blogs has witness everything.
Which brings me to the main point of this entry: Why can't people simply admit that what is really missing in their life is LOVE! Sure there are plenty of important things one needs to accomplish or at least brainwash themselves to believing that "love" should not be a primary concern.
Like I have some studying to do, degrees to finish, promotions to get, family obligations to fulfill, church to serve, investments to make, people to meet, parties to attend, cigarettes to puff, blogs to write -- the list goes on infinitely, but your time doesn't. Something can really be of utmost importance or could just be trifling moments of comfort one wants to cling onto.
But for me, one thing is for sure. "I was born to love!" (恋してるのため、あたし生まれました!”
Maybe they are right and maybe I'm wrong. But one thing I'm sure of , compared to being single, being in a relationship rocks!!
Currently listening to: Steve Jobs commencement speech
Currently reading: The Economist : The riddle of Iran
Currently feeling: satisfied