A Small, Silly Story
When we were little girls, we loved the idea of marriage. If we were lucky enough to have a white wedding dress for Barbie, she got married at least once a week to Ken. If we didn't have a Barbie wedding dress, we coveted the ones our friends had. We didn't really know what marriage was, but in Barbie's world it was white, and satin, and beautiful, and flowers--like one big valentine event.
When we gave up our dolls, we became obsessed with finding someone special, to be special to someone, to have a soul mate. We wanted to hurry up and grow up, because being a kid was not good enough. We wanted to grow up because then we would get married and have a family.
When we finally "grew up" we needed to find our soul mate so we could get married. We had to follow the path. We all know what the path is, because it's what everybody tells us it is. Our parents told us what our path should be. Our guidance counsellors tried to set us on our path. All of the movies and TV shows we watched told us what we should be doing.
So, Group A found someone(s) to get married to. Aren't they lucky.
Group B didn't find someone. Some of them decided they weren't going to be tied down just yet. They were going to still have fun. Others of them tried. They tried and tried, but still felt that all the people they tried to take down their life paths were not quite right. They figured the other people had it all. They envied Group A.
Group A did just what they were supposed to: they had just the right amount of school, just the right type of spouse and just the right amount of children. But all they could see was that Group B looked like they were having more fun. They had less stress, and they weren't stuck cleaning up after kids all day, and they could go anywhere they wanted at anytime, and not be accountable to anyone. They envied Group B.
And then there was Group C. Group C are those who can not have babies. They try and try, but nothing works. They feel their lives are incomplete, because since the time they were babies themselves, a deep biological mechanism urged them to grow and multiply. They saw others complain and make jokes about their families. This hurt, because they would give anything to have what Group A has.
Group D are the unfortunates. They get diseases and die too young. They get hit by busses, cars, trains. Their planes crash. Their boats sink. They become addicted to drugs. They go to jail. They get stuck in bad, bad situations. They are here to remind the other groups, if only for a minute or two, to be satisfied. And it almost works...
until the sun comes up again.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. ~Emily Dickinson
I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it. ~Charles Schulz
Life is a cement trampoline. ~Howard Nordberg
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. ~Grandma Moses
Don't think of retiring from the world until the world will be sorry that you retire. I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drive into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him come out as I do, and bark. ~Samuel Johnson