An Unrealistic place

Sometimes, I am sure like most, I find myself in a day dream. The kind where everything has a beautiful Instagram type filter. A soft haze of golden tones and just a slimmer of a blur. We use buzz words to describe the beautiful image portrayed in that perfectly formatted square. What is though that we don't see about that image? What is the "real" that is being hidden? What are we missing in that edited form that for some reason we don't want to show the true colors that it is?

In this place of life I am battling the world of the unrealistic. Lets take for example Hollywood crafty movie plots. Sure it seems harmless in the beginning. That unrealistic haze slowly seeping into my everyday thinking, until one day {{{like today}}} I become acutely aware of the spell it has put me under.

Follow me here. As a young girl I watched movies like Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, and The Little Rascals. All of which I might add, are some of my all time favorites. Yet, at my most impressionable of ages, I was slowly molded into a girl of unrealistic view points. As far as I knew my life would follow as such: Girl meets boy, Girl likes boy, Boy sweeps girl off her feet {{{add in song and dance}}}, boy vows an undying love for Girl, and they ride off into the sunset living happily every after. Without me knowing it, like a thief in the night, my way of thinking was SET. So as you can imagine the next 20 or so years were filled with heartache, questions, and sheer disappointment. Where in the world was my movie plot? Where in the world was MY prince charming, MY knight in shining armor, My Alfalfa.

Living a life in this haze of an unrealistic place has tainted so much of my heart. Especially now. Being a 20 something year old the always looming question often sounds like this "So, when are you going to settle down?" or any variation of the main point.... When are you getting married?

Can I pose a few questions to this idea. Who decided that the standard of life equals marriage before 25. Who decided that immediately following college graduation if you didn't already have a ring on your finger, surely you would have one soon. And for those that didn't, well, you certainly must have missed out on something or some sort of college experience.

I have heard and seen it all. From the friends and family who mean well attempting to play matchmaker, down to the pitiful eyes I get from people when they hear of my seemingly "awful" single life.

Sure I have grown up in a society that places heavily the importance of finding "The One", and by no means am I saying that I don't believe in love, because believe me, I am love's biggest advocate. What I am saying though is why the pressure, why the rush?

I want the kind of love that builds and flourishes in its own time. Not on some time line set out before me. I want the kind of man who is willing to swoon for my affection, fight for my honor, and protect the idea that I am precious.

The only evidence I have of this in any man is the one who already has my heart and continues to whisk it away daily. Let me tell you what, He knows what He is doing with it. He has taken the mangled up beaten parts, destroyed by past suitors and resurfaced and shaped it whole. He takes my hand and never lets go, promising his undying love for me... for eternity. Not for a moment, not until He gets bored, or something better comes along. I am it for Him. So how in the wold could I ever chose to accept something less than from an earthly man.

I most often times think Hollywood has created an unrealistic picture of a prince, but not when I compare them to my Heavenly Prince. He is worth waiting and pining for.

It is so easy to get lost in the beautiful haze of this Instagram lifestyle our society has created, but when the picture is right and focused on the main character, I promise, you won't have to add a single filter.