Really, who said I can't marry at 30 or even beyond that--when the time is right, when I'm ready to take full responsibility, when I am matured and sane enough to take love on its highest level? Was it so bad staying single and wait on love to take it's own course and find you instead of pursuing it at the cost of being lost? I say no. And I say wait.
At twenty-six, waiting can lose its appeal, and patience becomes an absurd virtue. At twenty-six, the thought of spending your life alone is a horrible dream that haunts you. At twenty-six--when almost all your friends and batch-mates are marrying young and are already settled--being single is almost impossible to take in. Haha. Paranoid ba?
On the other hand, being single at twenty-six is an opportunity. At twenty-six, the season of waiting no matter how long is a chance to have a positive outlook on love and of life in general. At twenty-six, the patience to learn so many things slowly but surely is a wonderful and irreplaceable journey. And it is always possible to take it all in when one learns how to appreciate the value of life and love...that this two are not exclusive of each other but a harmony, a unity, a single substance that holds existence in place.
It took me 26 years of knowing, losing, finding, and losing again to know this wonderful truth. I may have forced some few things in my life, and I may have been hard-hearted, but I'd like to keep breaking my heart until it opens.
And until then, I know love will work it's own way. And when I find it, it will be in the right time. It will be for the right reason. It will be with the right person. Medyo maarte, haha.
Oh yes, I'm twenty-six; and I'm lovin it! :)
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