But life is strange, it is still strange. Because while life is a million things, it is unpredictable. It is routine yet unfamiliar. Everyone plans - our whole lives, we are raised with dreams of our parents instilled in our hearts. We have our own dreams. We have our own aspirations. So we spend our lives planning how to achieve our goals, stressing over every little detail. But the funny thing is, when the future you've been planning your entire life rolls around, you find yourself somewhere just opposite.
If life had gone the way it was supposed to when I was sixteen, I would be living in Ottawa, miserably wishing I had left (somewhere, anywhere). And at eighteen, my plan was Queen's University and I was supposed to finish my degree in 2014. And now here I am, in Victoria, in this glorious, beautiful city, with a man who I am incredibly in love with. I'll go back to school - Queen's, in particular - and it will be relatively soon, but for now, I am just in awe of how different things could have been.
I am not regretful of my decisions, nor do I feel sad. I wouldn't say that life has been unfair to me, I think it has been everything that it should have been and more. Perhaps I am nostalgic, or simply completely breath-taken by the way everything has turned out. But whenever I spectate the enigmatic ways of life, the end of one of my favorite short stories comes to mind.
"'No,' sobbed Laura. 'It was simply marvellous. But Laurie--' She stopped, she looked at her brother. 'Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood." (The Garden Party, Katherine Mansfield, 1922)
And you never figure out what life is, because it's all it is. It's just life.
