Old Maid's Song?

I found myself reading an article on divorce and legal options related. I can picture all of it happening in front of my eyes from memory because I used to work at a family law firm. Yes, I've had clients cry to me, and I was there to hand them the box of tissue paper -- a Kleenex moment.

I am not sure if the word "tragic" is the correct vocabulary to apply to such an instance. After all, that word implies that nothing -- absolutely nothing -- could have been done, as if it was some sort of natural disaster, which may or may not apply in the case of divorce. But I will still say that I felt sad ... sad for the fact that commitments are broken, lives are altered (don't forget the kids and how much this affects them), weaves of dreams undone.

When did the beauty of love and commitment start to be intrinsically tied to the false sense of security such as prenups?

Maybe life usually doesn't pan out the way we imagine it to.
But then again, I wouldn't know how that works in marriages since I've never been married before.

Who knows? I might turn out to be an old maid. :)
The thing is I don't know how it feels to actually have that special someone in my life. (The few that I previously had obviously weren't special enough ... or too special that they should have belonged on the short bus - haha!) So what I believe now is just my imagination.

I might feel lonely when I am left alone. But why should I be afraid of being alone? When that time comes, will I really be sad for still being single? Is it that scary? Or will I just be comfortable in my own freedom?

I don't know.

I just marvel at how powerful my imagination is ... that it dictates what I love and what I fear without actual knowledge.

Maybe happiness and sadness really are just states of mind, and none of it REALLY REALLY matters as long as the legacy you leave behind means something to someone.