Fairytales

I've done a lot of procrastinating today, and I don't like that one bit.

Anyway, I've just realised that within my lack of you know what and my loneliness in that area, I've come to realise that I'm one of those people that want to live the fairytale. Throughout childhood, women everywhere have been presented with this image of the staionary princess needing to be saved by her prince. However, there is no prince charming. The other day my friends and I were listing the attributes of guys we'd like to be with, when combined we came to the sad realisation that such a man did not exist. Oh he may be out there, but perhaps not for all of us. It's a sad realisation that you may just marry out of the fear growing old alone, or never marrying at all.

When I defined love the other day, I defined it as this: Seeing the imperfect person perfectly and the having willingness to make someonone else's life significant by being a witness to their lives. It is valuing others before oneself and the willingness to remember that one person out of 6 billion in the world that could matter wholly to you.

If such a thing did exist. However it does raise the question, why did God give us imagination if such notions could never be attained?