Consequence

Paulina and I just had one of those chats. Those chats that make you realise exactly why you're best friends. Why you'll always be together in some way, be it mentally or physically. Mixed with the fact that Sex And The City was playing on W, our chat got me thinking... What ever happens if the love of your life passes you by? What if you had that chance with perfection but ruined it in one way or another? Carrie Bradshaw, with the laptop and cigarette in hand, never spoke about the millions of people out there who question whether perhaps their chance at true love has passed them right before their eyes.

I've had some great ex-boyfriends, some not so great. And as a part of Generation Y, my youth makes me question the ability to gain perfection, and not only that, but to have it as soon as I can. There are so many arrows that point to the fact that I had my chance at perfection and blew it. But how do I know? When will I realise whether the best has passed me, or that the best is yet to come? It's such a massive risk to analyse when love means so much in life. Love is inspiration and motivation. And without love, life to me, feels so meaningless. Because I have that dream of sharing my life with someone.

But life, I guess, is just that. One big risk. But my choices, whatever they may be, affect not only me, but one that may mean so much to me. Consequence isn't singular. How can I make that decision? My choice to take a risk, can't be thought of as a risk. It's a decision. A promise I make. Because I cannot be the one to hurt someone again. And that is my consequence.

Carrie Bradshaw is over-hyped.