Simplicity and modesty never seemed to be the great attributes we look for in romance. We want to be floored and swept away by the electricity and the attraction of it. I don’t know maybe I got a sorta misguided image of love way back when. But after a few screwed up flings, one totally failed marriage, and one long term compromise: my priorities have changed. Although I may sound like I know what I’m talking about. Honestly, I’m just as screwed up and disappointing as everyone else.
Beyond the honeymoon phase of a relationship comes the compromise and sacrifice phase of a relationship. The parts where the rubber meets the road and sadly you often have to change the tires. Usually the ride will smooth out on a new set of treads. But then you notice the shocks and the front end need to be replaced as well. But somewhere out there is a dream. A dream of a life where the compromises aren’t so severe. And the weight you have to carry can be shared by someone else.
So it is here that you ask yourself, are our lives already written? Do dreams never get a second chance once the die has been cast? I try to not dwell on such questions. Preferring instead to cast my dreams to wind to see if they’ll manifest. I like to think life isn’t so cold and calculating and hardwired like the algorithms used to predict our lives. So maybe there is an answer already written, where the boy gets the girl. And life even with all it’s up’s and downs isn’t so matter of fact.