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[Some thoughts on life and love, spurred somehow by a viewing of "Eat, Pray, Love" and a recent trip home] And so I think that this must be the hardest thing, yet the easiest thing. Any young person (or maybe just women?) can understand this, can understand the pressure, unspoken and subtle though it may be, to settle down, find a man, to fall into cohabitation. This, I understand. I'm a 25 (almost 26) year old woman, who for now is single, and it seems sometimes that my whole family is holding their breath to see who I bring home and when my "happily ever after" will begin. Never mind the budding career and many other things that I seemingly have going for me. Who am I dating? When will a man put a ring on that finger? As though there can be no happily ever after until a man is snagged.
That's why this is the hardest thing. But then again, it's the easiest (or maybe, in a not so poetic way, the best) thing, because not making time for five dates a week or to cater to the needs of another person in my life, in the way that a relationship almost begs for, can and should certainly be described as the easy way out. So for now, I'll learn to live on my own, to learn how I function in the world, without my parents, or my sibling, or a man to prop me up. So that when I finally do choose a man and agree to my happily ever after and a lifetime of commitment, I'll be agreeing to a kind of life's emancipation, freedom, and love, rather than a noose worn around my finger.
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