i've never liked it when people say "of course you'll get married. i just know it." or "everyone is afraid of that, so don't let it get to you".
fears of what life holds for each of us are not diminished by the fact that everybody has them.
& the truth is, not everybody ends up happily married.
not everybody ends up the way they once dreamed of.
so who is to say i won't be one of those people?
it happens to the best of us, & the worst of us.
but often times, people like to ignore the reality that life inevitably presents.
some of us will not accomplish our dreams.
some of us will not get married.
& yet, every girl is constantly told [while] growing up, "one day, you'll meet a guy who will love you for who you are! i just know it."
what if i don't?
these fears are natural. but they are so daunting.
will i be married one day?
will my life become a tragedy or an epic?
what is my ending?
nobody knows the answers to these questions (well, with one exception) & so when i come to someone, simply wanting to express these fears & reverently discuss them with a friend... i would hope that that friend wouldn't just sit & tell me, "it's ok anna. you'll meet the right guy. you'll be happy." just accept the fact that no one knows what life will bring each of us & stop trying to make it ok.
the unknown is scary, but it's something we'll face everyday for the rest of our lives.
i don't mean to sound glum, or pessimistic. i am just tired of people acting like "everything will be ok". sometimes it won't. but we all have the ability to react.
positively or negatively.
for better or for worse.
c'est la vie.
lately i've been listening to carla bruni. i sing along to some of her french lyrics, pretending to know what i'm singing, but ultimately i just google it. today i googled the translation to one of my new favorites of hers & was very surprised/pleased to read these lyrics: (translated)
tout le monde by carla bruni
everybody is a strange person,
& everybody has a tangled soul.
everybody has some humming childhood,
at the bottom of a forgotten pocket.
everybody has pieces left of dreams,
& corners of destroyed life.
everybody has sought something one day,
but everybody hasn't found it
but everybody hasn't found it.
everybody would have to demand to the authorities,
a law against all our loneliness.
that no one will ever be forgotten,
& that no one will ever be forgotten.
everybody has a hell of a life going on,
but not everybody can remember it.
i can see some that fold it and even break it,
& i can see some that can't even see it,
& i can see some that can't even see it.
everybody would have to demand to the authorities
a law against all our indifference.
that no one will ever be forgotten,
& that no one will ever be forgotten.
everybody is a strange person,
& everybody has a tangled soul.
everybody has some humming childhood,
at the bottom of a forgotten hour,
at the bottom of a forgotten hour...
also, i've been listening to this song lately:
happily ever after by he is we
i never gave he is we much of a chance. but while i was in china, one of my girls (shelby), forced me to sit down & listen to the lyrics of this song. "everyone has these fears," she said, "so stop thinking it's just you." & though i'm still not much of a fan of he is we, i can't deny that i relate to this song... like every other single girl my age.
to lighten the mood a little, just remember:
everybody by ingrid michaelson