I'm not usually awake at this hour and so, I'm not used to the thoughts that come with it. But right now, over two hours post midnight, I'm here, wide awake, listening to some music and doing the last thing I want to do—thinking.
As any ambitious 20-something, every thought exercise comes back really to asking what any of this means?
We're told we're supposed to get an education; work in a job we like to do; stay in shape; build a good resume; invest in SIPs and ofcourse, eventually fall in love.
We're told we're supposed to get an education; work in a job we like to do; stay in shape; build a good resume; invest in SIPs and ofcourse, eventually fall in love.
So many movies and so much literature goes into romanticising what could also be called the build up to eventual sex; and you grow up craving it, you grow up believing it's a must have. That alone you're incomplete and you need someone to marry your mind, to make conversation.
And this idea has existed from the begining of time. From the epics to web serials and even TikTok videos, everyone seems to simply be looking for someone to share some part of their life with.
But are they really looking for someone? Or are they looking to fill a void?
But are they really looking for someone? Or are they looking to fill a void?
Maybe an answer to this question is from the huge surge in the number of people on dating apps. Reclined on their beds, days empty of train-rides and 12 hour work days, what do they desire? Company.
Someone to talk to. Someone to communicate with.
Someone to talk to. Someone to communicate with.
And so they swipe and match and chat. They think of first lines and navigate awkward conversation. They banter for a week, click over something and then one fine day, suddenly stay up till 3am chatting about nothing and everything.
They wake up the next morning tired and smiling
They wake up the next morning tired and smiling
They choose to believe this could work out.
Only what does working out mean? As marriage collapses as an option, what remains of our goals and intentions? Can you truly choose someone to be with forever? Or is that just a propaganda campaign?
Only what does working out mean? As marriage collapses as an option, what remains of our goals and intentions? Can you truly choose someone to be with forever? Or is that just a propaganda campaign?
We read, watch and live amid so much love as we grow up, we're bound to be excited by it. Our desires are bound to be shaped by what we experience.
So then, are they even our desires? Or are they manipulated thoughts? Media-created fantasies of what we should want?
So then, are they even our desires? Or are they manipulated thoughts? Media-created fantasies of what we should want?
Maybe, love doesn't exist. Maybe it's a construct. And maybe that's why we shouldn't waste our time in choosing to believe.
