Thought : What if my turn never come ?

I was recently talking with a friend of mine, and we shared thoughts about life in general. Naturally, the conversation led us to talk about life, love, relationships, and everything in between.

Starting this new decade, the pressure feels heavier than ever, but I’ve come to realize something important: it might never happen for me. And I have accepted that possibility.

To be honest, I feel that I have not yet loved the way I will love my person, my other half, husband, or whatever you choose to call it. I also believe that, although I’ve been deeply loved before, the kind of love my future partner will give me is something I have not yet experienced.

But what if it never happens?

That thought is difficult to accept. The dreams you hold close, the hopes that keep you awake, the desires only your heart knows. The perfect job that hasn’t arrived yet, the love story that hasn’t appeared, the dream home that feels impossibly far from your current financial reality.

Time passes. Feelings change. People change. And the dreams that once felt so close sometimes start to slip further away.

So what if my turn never comes?

Well, I’ve had to accept that life still goes on. Yes, I’ve been sad. The stages of mourning and acceptance have been complicated. And every now and then (mostly during my period, to be honest), I feel overwhelmed with sadness. Anxiiiiiety hits me hard at that time of the month, especially as I watch many of my peers seemingly living their dream lives.

The key word here is seemingly. Because I’ve also realized that many people lie, or at least only show the polished side of their lives (Social media is not to show misery most of the time). Still, I know that happiness does exist. There are people genuinely living the lives they dreamed of, even if they are less vocal than those who share their struggles loudly online.

Yes, happiness exists. Yes, dream lives exist. And yes, I believe it’s possible that it could still happen for me.

But there is also the possibility that it may not.

And will that be sad? Of course. But I refuse to die inside simply because I’m not living the life I once imagined. My peace of mind comes from knowing that I will not settle—even when I am heavily criticized by family, friends, or society.

If my « turn » never comes, then I’ll accept that the life I once dreamed of was not the one meant for me.

I believe that life offers us many different destinies. By the free will God has given us, we make choices that shape our paths. If the life I envisioned never arrives, then that simply means it was not mine to live. And still, I will live a meaningful life.

As long as I do not settle for things that go against my values, morals, or culture, I know I’ll be able to look at my life with pride. That, to me, is an honor worth holding onto.

And you? What will you do if your turn doesn’t come?

Please share below.

With love,
MalyneViMuse