I believe I’m too young to be asking this question but with most of my friends finding solace in what seems to be their better half (for now) I can’t help it, the mind tends to wonder. As an independent going-to-be woman, I’ve been raised to believe in myself more than others and I’ve seen so many others out there like me. But it has occurred to me that maybe that’s the root of the problem for my entire generation. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that I don’t need a specific person to be around to catch me if I fall but friendship and love both are built upon the idea that you cannot and should not survive alone. Robin (from How I Met Your Mother) has weirdly been a huge inspiration for me. She was independent, self-sufficient and never did she need a man to help her live her life in-turn screwing up her love life and her friends circle for years before realizing who she wanted to be with.
It seems that this generation has become so rational, so practical, that they miss out on the warmth of life. The conundrum really is, that it feels worth it. There are so many choices when it comes to relationships. There are the conventional ones, the completely unconventional ones, the friends with benefits, the fuck buddies and the one night stands. With everybody running around to make a life for themselves and their future generations, we all really forget how those future generations come into being. We all dream about love and friendship that lasts a lifetime but ain’t nobody got time for that! It’s more like a paradox and how indeed can one beat a paradox.
And then I have this friend; let’s call her Garima. She’s been single for two years and now she’s dating again. But alas, she’s terrified! There was this line in a series I really love (Bones), “Opening yourself up to love means opening yourself up to the idea of getting hurt” or something to that effect. It really got me thinking; does today’s generation fear the idea of getting hurt so much that they’re literally crippled by fear? Yes, yes we are. But sometimes if we take the leap of faith, we get exactly what we hoped for. I did. I’ve found the best friends I could ever hope for only because I let it happen, I believed in them. As for the whole love thing, I think we’re all a bit too use to the independence (if you’re happy) or the loneliness (if you’re not) to let it go without a clear-cut sign that it is indeed time to let something happen. The paradox will still confuse me though, it seems like one of those unanswerable questions. Never thought those existed until I had this epiphany.