At the age of twenty three, one stops thinking about a fancy wedding. Perhaps, it was due to the fact that she has been single for so long and so far - it has not been a dreadful experience. Not quite, she adds. Perhaps, it is indeed easier to wake up and count the number of to-do tasks on her list than to figure out an alibi for why he did not call last night. It seems pointless. Summer fling rarely ends in winter love. And at this age when she has so much to give, so much to live for - love seems to be an expensive item that she can't quite afford. She has to say, life has been decent - there are realistic things such as bills to pay, deadline to meet. And once again she toys with the idea of "What have I been missing out?" But other than those parties that somehow always occurs on her duty night shift, she dares claims she almost has it all. Or so she thinks, "There must be something missing, but not something I am afraid to miss"
At the age of twenty three, what occupies her mind the most has to be travelling. There is more to this life than settling down, getting attached and rotten in a corner, waiting for a certain miracle to happen - like a proposal question perhaps. Her friends are getting married, some already got married with child and some will soon get married in a year or two. She doesn't dread the ideas of attending those engagement weddings alone or worse (?) being questioned as if staying unattached is such a sinful crime. Being single has been a choice - or so she believes. And to make all those people feel better about themselves, she opts out for a self-pity lie: "Who would pay attention to someone like me?" LIE! Such a lie! She smirks coyly behind her laughter for she just doesn't believe that she is that unattractive. However rather than sitting around and waiting for more wedding invitation to flood her door ways, she starts with some small plans, a few plane tickets, a bunch of bookings - appointments of all sorts and before she knew it, travelling has become an addiction. It is always fascinating, she remarks, with a bright smile lingering on her very kissable lips. Getting lost here and there, eating strange cuisines and taste the awesomeness of extraordinary cultural experience might have been her favorite on the list. However, more or less, something has always been able to top over all that jazz... She can't quite figure out it yet, but she knew there has always been something...
... perhaps, the fascination of the 0.0001% possibility this day would be THE day of her life. Who knows? Life has always been kind to her - a miracle. Even when she was at lost, she had always been able to pick herself up and continue her run again.
At the age of twenty three, there are still a lot to learn - she firmly believes; much to see and more to observe. And so if you don't see her around this summer, give her a little prayer. Perhaps somewhere on this globe, she is enjoying another adventure - one that she deserves, one that she traded many things to achieve - like a warm pair of hands in winter, a hug when when she cries and a kiss goodnight.
She is not complaining, but at the age of twenty three, ones still cannot be so darn sure about her decision. It perhaps is a blessing, before she turns prude, sour and coy. The last bit of uncertainty makes her human, makes her lovable and makes waking up every morning worthwhile. At the age of twenty three, perhaps, what she misses out the most is a regular 8 hours sleep every night. Who knows? For she is not someone who counts her misfortune.
It has been such a pleasure, to restart every single day.
The beginning.
