Somewhere
along the way, we’ve been taught that marriage is the final destination. That
if you’re not married by a certain age, something is wrong with you. That love
has a deadline. That joy has an expiration date. The pressure is real – society
says you’re supposed to hit all the checkboxes or risk being left behind. So,
we start to chase love like it’s a timeline, not a feeling. And in that
process, we often forget to ask the most important question: Will this make
me happy?
As I
go on my dates, I notice that many people aren’t looking for love that’s real,
they’re looking for love that’s “on time”. They want the ring, but not the hard
conversations. The wedding, but not the work. They fear choosing the
wrong person – but they forget to focus on becoming the right one. And
that’s something I’ve had to unlearn myself. I’ve been in relationships. I’ve
been hurt. I’ve made mistakes. And through all of that, I finally understood: We
don’t attract what we want; we attract what we are.
Yes,
I want love. But more than that – I want to love right. I want a love
that’s rooted in mutual growth, in understanding, in choosing each other again
and again – not because we have to, but because we want to. That’s why every
day, I just try to be a little better than who I was yesterday. I speak more
kindly to myself, I learn to rest without guilt, I forgive the parts of me that
once felt unworthy. And in doing so, I know that I’m becoming the version of me
who is ready – not for a checklist, but for a connection that feels divine.
Maybe
it sounds idealistic. Maybe it sounds slow. But I trust the universe. I believe
that my divine soulmate – the one who sees me, holds me, respects me – is walking
his path, just as I am walking mine. And when we meet, it won’t feel rushed. It’ll
feel right. So, no – my goal isn’t marriage. My goal is happiness. My
goal is love that feels like peace, like home, like choosing each other in a
thousand quiet, consistent ways. Because I believe when you become the
love, that love finds its way to you.