click. with a simple press of a button a shimmering screen transports me to a world where a girl at the end of hope finds her prince has come to rescue her. where the girl who has nothing somehow, against all odds, attracts the the man who has everything. lines like, "i've been looking for you all night. i think, somehow, i've been looking for you all my life," thrill the heart of millions of girls hoping that this imaginary man exists somewhere, apart from the smelly breath, insensitive comments, gamer boys all around. she hopes that he will come, be the one to complete her, to sweep her into his arms, to repair the wounds that a world at war with beauty has made, and above all to love her.
click. the movie or television show always ends. before the dirty dishes and chores left undone. before the words spoken in haste that cannot be erased. before the failures that not only he but she will make. before real life unfolds.
so what then? do we as women throw out the ideal, the belief that some man exists who will hold us, never let us go and always, always love us? do we embrace cynicism tinged with feminism that while it will not keep us warm at night at least it will keep us right? in such a dichotomy my generation balances with frightening efficacy: either we chase an illusion ignoring reality or we accept defeat ignoring hope and both blind us to truth.
the truth is we were made to desire love and when we realise that His love completes, endures, and transforms us we can accept that like us, all whom we love will make mistakes. should we find "true love" in this life we can aspire to be a picture of the One whose arms encompass His bride, and yet we can also offer mercy and grace to each other as well recognise the imperfect world in which we live.
click. the movie or television show always ends. before the dirty dishes and chores left undone. before the words spoken in haste that cannot be erased. before the failures that not only he but she will make. before real life unfolds.
so what then? do we as women throw out the ideal, the belief that some man exists who will hold us, never let us go and always, always love us? do we embrace cynicism tinged with feminism that while it will not keep us warm at night at least it will keep us right? in such a dichotomy my generation balances with frightening efficacy: either we chase an illusion ignoring reality or we accept defeat ignoring hope and both blind us to truth.
the truth is we were made to desire love and when we realise that His love completes, endures, and transforms us we can accept that like us, all whom we love will make mistakes. should we find "true love" in this life we can aspire to be a picture of the One whose arms encompass His bride, and yet we can also offer mercy and grace to each other as well recognise the imperfect world in which we live.
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