Your parents got married when they were seniors, maybe after high school, raised pets as their first children, then they had you, yes you! And maybe you have siblings, but let’s set them aside. This is meant just for you. You’ve seen the affection that your parents had or still have for each, how your uncle would ask you when you were younger to ask your aunt to smell the ketchup bottle to check if the content is still fresh then squeeze it and start laughing and your innocent mind thinks that it’s sweet of your uncle to apologize on your behalf.
These were ideals in your head. You wished that by the time you turn 19, your boyfriend of 2 years would eventually pop the question as he shows you his grandmother’s precious ring. Then you turned 19, 22, 25, and now that you’re in your thirties, you keep blaming your destiny for not finding you the “right one”. You go out on dates, a couple of blind dates, and through dating apps for that matter, and none materialized. Either you’re not interested in them or they were just playing tricks on you. You thought or maybe still think you are doomed to “singleton”.
In our modern world of uncertainties, we all tend to lose a good grip on what is laid before our eyes…. that it’s a matter of time before we can truly say we have found our match. It’s not the easiest task to just accept whatever options we have, that is if we don’t want to just settle for anyone less than who we deserve, but for the sake of this post, I can agree that some collect and end up not selecting at all, or to put in society’s perspective sake, nobody is really worthy of them.
They say that every failed relationship we all had in the past, brings us closer to the “one” but how many failed ones do we need to encounter to be able to reach that goal. Here comes this big question? Nobody really knows, but let’s just say, once you know it, you know it. However, how many times did we think, “Yeah, I know it. I just know it”, then you wake up one day, oblivious of what really transpired and it just hit you like a big boulder, it had to come to an end.
How many billions of people are there in the world, or maybe you ask, how many are there in this big city which I call my home but how come destiny (or let’s include God) hasn’t figured out the way to lead me home to the arm of my “One” and “Only”. Now comes “The Sea Full Of Fishes” and in your confused state, you tend to push aside the jealousy of seeing others in full bloom in the presence of their own “Fish”. How did they find them? Did they pay them to fall in love with them, or tricked them, drugged them to succumb to temptations? Who knows.
We all know you’re worthy of one special fish thriving in this vast array of differences, culture clashes, color preferences, and the like. Who’s really out there to dictate and decide when or how, but for sure, before you know it, this fish will surely be swimming right straight to poke you in the heart, like they say, when the dots align, it will be the right time.
Happy Fishing!