Wednesday 10 June 2009


Piggy togetherness

Are you satisfied with your lot?

Your friends? Your partner? Your life in general?

Because I can honestly say that I am. And I'm starting to wonder if that's strange or if I'm totally alone in feeling this way. It's not to say that I don't want more for myself, that I don't have ambition, that I don't want to achieve more, see more places, experience new things. Because I really do. But the bare bones are all there. My support network is there. I truly feel like the people in my life are the best people in the whole world. I may not have a huge group of friends but I don't mind. I'd rather have three or four people in my life who I can rely on than twenty that I can't. I feel the people in my life help to make me who I am and that I want to grow along with them, to continually strive to be the best that we can be.

For the last 18 months I've felt completed. I feel like if this is as good as it gets then I'm happy with that. I don't have a perfect vision of how life should be, or of who should be in it. I wake up every day and I'm truly thankful for the people I love and who love me. I don't want any of them to be anybody else, or to be any different to how they already are.

I love the people in my life, despite flaws, despite occasional idiocy, despite bad behaviour, cutting words, hurtful comments. Because flaws are what makes us, us. Flaws are the little imperfections that make us unique, that make us strive for better. The relationships you see in Hollywood films aren't real. The perfect women, the chiselled jaw possessing men, the relationships where there are no arguments, no doubts, no issues to contend with. They don't exist.

Real life is about compromise and about realising that what you have, whilst it might not look how you thought it was going to look, is pretty darn fantastic.