A not so idyllic life

An idyllic life as portrayed by a realist.

In MY ideal world, I would have a beautiful home with a fabulously successful husband.  We would have a few children (I haven’t quite decided how many) and a nanny for when we go to work.  We would have an apartment in Paris and a beach home in the Maldives and have great parties.  

That is the world of an idealist.  I am a realist.  The story is very different. It is not really a story.  It is reality

In the REAL world, this is what happens.  You wake up in the morning and turn on the radio to hear of more blood shed across the globe.  You look out the window to see how the weather looks and expect it to be consistent with the season, but it is raining, and dark and miserable.   It is Summer.

You look in your wardrobe and have no idea what to wear,  you look across to where the love of your life is supposed to be lying.  The space is empty.  He is no longer there.

The world is an ever-changing place.  Society is selfish and honest mortals, are a dying breed and “ever lasting love” is certainly a sentiment that once existed.

Life now is busy.  Life is a competition.  What I talk about is that of what occurs in the Western World……not life in Kalash.  Existence has become more of a chore, make money, find the ideal mate, have some children, don’t leave it so late.  RULES RULES RULES!.

When I began writing this, I had some idea about where it would end, but where does it end?