Do you ever look at your life and wonder if it is the one you are meant to be living? I do.
I can't help but feel like I am missing something - a bit like losing a matching sock and no matter how hard you look it is nowhere to be found. That one lone sock will forever be worn with one that doesn't quite match and yet it is still functional. Sometimes I feel like that is my life: a non-pair of socks.
I certainly have no regrets. I most definitely have made mistakes. I am proud of who I am and what I have and will achieve but...yes there is always a but.
A couple of years ago I think my life was supposed to turn out differently than it did. Sure you say, everything happens for a reason and I would nod along with you on any other occasion but on this one I beg to differ.
Like all good stories it involved a boy, love at first sight, a war and an ending that will one day be like The Bridges of Madison County.
I can't change the way things have gone and nor would I want to but what if this was not the way it supposed to go?
Now I would be married. I would have had a child, maybe two. I would be speaking another language. I would be right where I was meant to be.
Yet I am not. I am not unhappy. I do not feel hatred and again, I do not regret. Yet when I look at my life from the outside in I know that something isn't right.
I am missing my sock.
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