Sales

The dictionary definition of a sale is: "An event for the rapid disposal of goods at reduced prices for a period, esp. at the end of a season." Everyone loves sales. It means you get what you normally would have gotten for a much higher price for a lower price. However, with sales you have to be careful. Sometimes sales are so that stores can get rid of stuff quickly because they have new stuff coming in; but sometimes sales are for things that other people don't want because they would rather wait for something better. (see where I'm getting at with this sales metaphor?) Let's apply this to the topic of love. Is it worth it to give up your heart to a "sale item" only because they are right there. You could, and be happy. I think. Do you want to give it to the safe guy? It's easy and it's convenient and it will never hurt. However can we as women be satisfied by that? Just... the sale item. When we could have the big ticket item, the one that costs you heart and soul, you have to save and work and save, and get rejected, and then have everything only to find out that its no longer for sale. But there is a chance... that you could have it someday. Would you wait? With the risk of ending up old and crazy and alone? But also the chance to end up happy, and completely satisfied with your purchase? Like the feeling you get when you buy a new handbag or a new pair of shoes or a new dress... and its the perfect size and shape and color and fits you insanely well; and you saved up for it and worked for it and now its yours, for you to wear and look fantastic in. I think that feeling is well worth waiting... and going without for a while. Because.. what if you buy that sale item, and then go to the next store and find something better? I've had that feeling before too. It's worse than the feeling of going without.