In the road, where we split. We all start at the same point — we’re all born human.
But then along the way, there are 7 billion different turning points.
Mostly we all continue driving in order to reach a destination: love.
Family, friends, monogamy, polygamy, children, pets, nature — love.
We all arrive there via different vehicles, at different times, and sometimes (often) the destination is not final.
For example: my two-years-younger sister has now been engaged at 2 different times in 2015, whereas I haven’t been involved in a long-term relationship since halfway through Obama’s first term (quantifying time by way of presidential administrations is never not amusing to me).
We’re both really seeking the same thing; it’s just our respective approaches that come from a variety of wants, needs, desires, and experiences.
Neither is necessarily wrong, nor necessarily right.
It just is.
And that’s what makes life, life.