When everything is too good to be true, instead of enjoying the ride, taking in the sights, perhaps, simply loving the experience, one can't help but worry about losing the pure simplicity of the experience.
The beauty of it all seems to start weighing down and self doubt sets in, "What exactly did I do to deserve all this?"
A couple that laughs together and goes through storms together, stay together. The ride can never be too smooth sailing, neither can it be too choppy. All I want to do now, is to push the uncertainties, the insecurities, the worries, and all things negative back to the back of my mind and simply, to enjoy the whole magic carpet ride that belongs to us. No doubt, the negativities are still niggering, the practicalities still hovering, right now, the focus is on taking it all in.
I am happy, the 1000001th time I'm saying this, and I truly mean it. It feels like a motivational force pushing me from the back to want and do my best to iron the creases out, to cut through the clutter, to break through monotony, to make my world perfect, in our eyes. Not only is the outcome a key, the process is inviting and challenging too.
Definitely, who wouldn't wish that life was a bed of roses? A rose, by any other name would smell as sweet. I want mine to be a bed of calla lillies, one that we painstakingly grow ourselves, and be able to stand hand in hand to see it all bloom. (Figure of speech, people, I have zero idea how to plant a calla lilly. )
On second thoughts, life is a bed of roses, the journey from the bottom of it to the top of the gorgeous bloom. You just have to get through the thorns to get there. If this is the case, make the end of my journey, a black rose.
It's a ride I'm looking forward to, with all my heart, filled with eagerness, anxiety, enthusiasm, love, laughter, speckled with challenges that toughen us and bonds us further, dusted with lots of understanding, respect and trust.
This is what I call, my sweetest dreams are made of these. Right next to you, is where I really want to be.
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