At peace
Well, almost.
I have been walking around all week looking like the crazy cat lady who could care less about what the world thinks of her because she is to busy in her own fantasy world. Except in my fantasy world, it had nothing to do with endless fields of catnip and frizzy hair...
I have been contemplating the last post, the feelings that went into it, and what it means to me and my future relationships. It's a hard job -- thinking that is. You spend about as much energy critically thinking or worrying as you do when you take a brisk walk.
I'm to young to say that I have a conclusive anything, but I am definitely on my way there. I most certainly decided that it is a good thing for me, that people are in one relationship at a time, and that I do not care how many different people one has ever been with - as long as you are not diseased and are faithful to us during the time that we are together, I have no complaints.
So that also means that I would not like to be in the middle of a bad relationship, which is a good thing for myself.
Yes, that also means, that I would one day like to make a commitment with someone, and be married.
So, that makes what I am comfortable stating now. If I change my mind, I will be sure to say why, and what.
So, back walking around like a crazy lady. I have truly been talking to myself. I would rather say, thinking out loud. Please don't be afraid, I never answered my own questions. They came to me in dreams...
.
..
...
....
.....
NOT!
Yea I answered my questions too, but not out loud. It was sort of a battle between what my conscience wanted me to know and what it wanted me to forget or ignore, because the truth in my eyes tends to be shocking, repulsive, blatant, or all three at the same time.
Never comforting...
I also decided that no matter what a person does, you can always forgive them. It's very hard depending on the circumstances, but you can. It may take a week, a month, or years, but I know, that I am capable always. I hope that doesn't come back and bite me in the arse.
From a piece of information that was oh so slenderly hidden from my view, I literally saw a shell of myself from the past year or so, in which I saw a naive and blinded former me. It's not that I was stupid, but sometimes like many people, we let love blind our judgement. Selfishness also, can bias a decision as well. I am free from feeling like my decisions were inevitable, now that I am informed, I can make decisions that I won't feel I was tricked into, nor regret. The more I know, the better I will understand why I make a decision, and be totally comfortable in it.
But no matter how much I discover or realize I am still reminded that:
I am just so young, and I know it.
It's depressing. I feel like my inexperience holds me back. Thus I seek "to do" for the sake of doing. ''To learn" for the sake of learning. But I did not choose "to be" for the sake of being. That is something I don't know if I will ever have a purpose for.
Yet I learned that I am not here for others... We are here together, but I am no one's purpose, no one's savior, no one's answer. I am just here, and I run into you, and we are parallel for a while, maybe we tangent, maybe we merge, maybe we make 90 degrees and go separate ways. I usually hope for the parallel route because I like the people I meet and make friends and decide that I want to be a part of my life, but I have no sole control over that.
I can only hope.
Puedo esperar solamente.



