Love (as I look at it now).

When I was younger, I always have this “dream” that I’ll be married when I turn 25. For your information, I’m turning 29 next year so I was supposed to have been married for 4 years already.

Those who know me well would know that I have not had a girlfriend for a long time already, but the surprising thing is that, for the past two or three years, this thing has not been too much of a bother for me. It’s like I’m happy with how things are like for the moment, and I think life has been pretty good to me already. I’ve got a decent job with nice colleagues, I’m doing well in my studies and have got a bunch of good classmates, I’m also having opportunities to visit different places around the region (was so tempted to write “world” instead though), I guess I should be satisfied. Of course every once in a while I do think about the “what if” factor, but I guess it’s not like a few years ago when all that’s on my mind would be trying to find a girlfriend. Probably when you grow a bit older, there are other things that you might feel more important than having a female companion. Is that a sign of growing old?

Of course, if anyone good comes my way and she feels the same way as I do towards her (in a positive way, since it can also be the case that I hate her and she hates me), and if something were to happen from there, why not?

I’m getting philosophical. That’s so not me.