“Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home“
This John Denver song has been stuck in my head the entire day.
Right now, I view love as an elusive mess – something that I have always yearned for (the romantic one) and still something that I don’t really want to get entangled with. It’s after watching too much Netflix and a lot of Korean Drama, that I get this convoluted imagery of what love is (or could be). I feel like letting myself be involved with someone at this point of my life wouldn’t be that easy.
I’ve always considered myself a free spirit, never adhering to anyone’s standards (except for those that are required by my profession); I value time and I’m almost always doing something. It’s probably the very reason why I am not dating anyone (not that anybody has ever asked).
It could also be because of my unstable emotions last week? ah. the pain of growing old alone.