Man Isha Kaur(Malaysia, AC 2010-2012)
This could be a fitting end to any children’s story, especially the Disney fairy tales we’ve grown up watching, reading and hearing, of which the next generation certainly will too. From a very young age, romantic dreams of handsome princes rescuing damsels in distress are planted into children’s heads where they then bloom throughout the rest of their youth. The image changes accordingly throughout adolescence with the increasing attraction to the sexiness of a particularly masculine figure. And hence, cartoon characters of Walt Disney’s films are soon replaced in teenage minds by the various actors of Hollywood’s romantic-comedies or “chick-flicks”.
Now comes the time when many young women enter an age where they feel they are ready to settle down with a husband and children. A common goal in life, it is the norm, and hence difficult for one to find fault with. But somehow, the pieces to this jigsaw just aren’t fitting into the puzzle. Is there really no other purpose to life than procreation in the form of making yourself a nice happy a family? Life’s prescription requires us to live it to the fullest, reach our maximum potential and achieve all aims, thereby constructing our personal pursuit for happiness. Can marriage really then be that final goal we seek? Now don’t get me wrong, I’m just as much a romantic as next person. I fully understand the utter relish of being the apple of a special someone’s eye. I’ll readily admit that love is one of life’s greatest pleasures. However, I’m also inclined to believe that it exists in many forms all equally, if not more, satisfying than marriage.
Let’s revisit those blossoming ladies all consciously entering “marriage age”. There is a fixed idea that their life won’t be complete, or even start properly for that matter, until the day of their wedding. Boyfriends are now seen as prospective husbands and the shopping starts with a predesigned soul mate in mind. It’s a sudden surprise that there are far fewer Prince Charmings supplied in the market than are demanded, and standards drop significantly as time increases with desperation and phantom fears. But not even a dissatisfaction of available products can deter these eager customers, and they force themselves settle on someone, ignoring any faults they may have, which only magnifies after vows and sworn, and she starts to miserably wonder how she could ever have forgiven such flaws. Now how are these happy endings going happen through such discontent?
Falling in love cannot be planned out in advance. In fact, in the words of a very wise dorm mate, it only happens when you least expect it. So why not resume the journey of life and if a “one true love” really exists for each person, let them find you rather than make it life’s mission to seek them out. I believe “happily ever after” is an intangible concept attainable only once we are content with ourselves. As an important somebody once said: how could you expect someone to love you when you don’t love yourself?