You have those friends with whom you can be very vulnerable. They know your fears, weaknesses, hopes and all, and you know theirs too.
Some nights ago I was talking to one of these friends and I guess I'm that kind of friend with whom she can be naked. She complained a bit about her husband, the homefront, then went ahead to talk about a former classmate of hers who's married to the son of one of Nigeria's prominent public figures. Apparently this friend has been a swan among ducklings, right from their teens. She was from a middle class home but thanks to her milky complexion and extraordinary good looks, she's always kinda had things handed to her. All through university she was dated and cared for by one rich kid or the other, and right after uni, this son of a wealthy Nigerian saw her picture, insisted on meeting her and next thing we know they were engaged. Now they've got three little kids, when they're not home in Banana Island, they're in their New York apartment in Manhattan.
My friend talked dreamily about the recent birthday pictures she just put up in Instagram and how charmed the girl's life is. I listened to her patiently. I could hear the wistfulness in her voice and while I was getting carried away imagining the heaven that must be the girl's life, I felt a need to remind my friend that no matter how perfect someone's life seems, it is never perfect.
In truth, I was saying those words just to console my friend, because at that point I wasn't so sure I believed them. Then she said "I know, but some people's lives are more perfect than others". I know, right? We all have crosses to bear but some people's crosses are light as pancakes and bedazzled with glitter.
But is this true? Do some people go through life carrying weight far smaller than others? Or do we all suffer the same although facing different discontents?
This post isn't even about people with seemingly perfect lives. Perhaps it's just the fact that one half of 2015 is over and one is forced to reflect. Naturally it's one of those times when you think about what you wish you had in your life, and what you still hope to get. So "In a perfect world, so so and so would happen"? Yeah. What's your own scenario?
In a perfect world I'd have two kids by now, live on my (or our) own property, work in the PR department of a big organization with plans of my own PR company underway. I'd have my hands deep in the media and travel at least twice a year; a different exotic location each time. In a perfect world I'd be loved deeply and spoiled senseless by the love of my life whom I just can't imagine living without.
In a perfect world, all marriages would be happy, there'd be no divorce. There'd be no terrorism, no hunger and no tears".
In a perfect world, how would your life be? What would you have and where would you be now?
Of course (some of) these things we long for are still attainable.
Oh, Welcome to July my darlings. May God bless us all!
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