I’ve had this far-fetched fantasy for as long as I can remember. I rarely tell anyone because it’s really crazy, so given that, I’ve decided, why not explain my fantasy in depth so that anyone and everyone can read it on the Internet?
Anyway, I’ve day-dreamed about my wedding here and there for practically my whole life. It’s a pretty significant day, so I’ve dabbled in the typical thoughts about where the venue will be, what my ring will look like, and how the day will unfold.
I’ve never been too boggled down with the nitty-gritty details, though. I don’t have a wedding vision board or a folder saved on Pinterest with all my ideas in one spot. I will admit, I’ve done my fair share of scrolling through engagement rings and wedding dresses, but I still have no clue what I want.
However, the one thing that’s never changed is how I want to be proposed to.
***This is where my far-fetched, crazy fantasy comes into play.***
Ever since I saw a picture of bungalows in Bora Bora, I knew that’s where I wanted to get engaged. You’d think that would be classified as a far-fetched honeymoon, but alas, my dream has me there before the wedding even takes place.
I have this insanely romantic vision of walking down a boardwalk at sunset with twinkling lights overhead. The lights are reflecting off the water, and the floor is covered in rose petals. At the end of the boardwalk, a table is filled with gourmet dishes, a bottle of champagne, and a violinist off to the side playing a soft and sweet melody. My soon-to-be fiancé is sitting there waiting for me to join him, and before we start eating, he gives some sappy speech and then gets down on one knee and asks me to spend forever with him. This is all caught on camera, too, by the way. Someone is secretly snapping pics from the moment I step out of our bungalow to the moment the proposal is over.
I can envision what I’m wearing, what the sky looks like, and what champagne is waiting to be popped. I can picture the room I get ready in and the day we have leading up to the night. I’ve replayed this scene in my head more times than I can count, so if someone were to ask me about even the most minute of details, I’d probably have an answer to give.
Am I crazy? Debatable. Is this possible? Highly doubtful. Will I give up hope that it will happen? Not until I have a ring on my finger.
Let the record state that even if my future fiancé reads this blog post and makes my dreams come true, there will be aspects of the night that won’t align with the vision in my head.
Even if I know that the odds are probably not in my favor for this one, there’s a good reason I’m not letting go of my dream.
I’m a pretty rational person and understand that holding onto this dream is a little ludicrous. I know that I will be unbelievably happy to get proposed to even if it’s in my kitchen on a snowy day with no bungalow or rose petals in sight, if I’m saying yes to the man of my dreams. It’s not the expensive location, over-the-top details, or engagement ring I truly care about in this scenario. It’s the fact that I’m unwilling to let big dreams die off before they’ve even had a chance to be given life.
I don’t want to give in to, “let’s be realistic” or “yeah, that will never happen”. I don’t want to settle for something more feasible just because that’s what’s more likely to play out. I don’t like how people squash the far-fetched dreams that others have simply because they seem too high to reach.
The wild, “out there” ideas that you conjure up are evidence that you still have blood running through your veins— that you are still worthy of the coolest, happiest, most imaginative scenarios coming to life simply because you are here. It does not matter what you want. If you can think it up, it’s not too far-fetched. Before there was electricity, phones, cars, airplanes, literally every invention known to man, I can assure you that people didn’t believe they were possible. But here we are. Living with two-day shipping and wireless headphones.
So, to be honest, I don’t give a royal hoot if I get proposed to in Bora Bora. I really don’t. I care about claiming the right to dream limitlessly without regard to what’s realistic.
Holding onto this dream is like an anchor holding a boat in place. If I let go, I’m letting the wind carry me wherever it wants to go. Though you could argue that’s probably the best way to live life, if you found a spot near a beautiful bungalow in the middle of crystal blue water, I’d bet you’d want to throw an anchor down and stay a while, too.
Moral of the story: dream big. Dream as big as you possibly can. Lots of people will tell you that you’re crazy or that what you want only happens to one in a million people. It doesn’t matter how many nay-sayers you have chirping in your ear. Chances are they let their dreams die off because they listened to the “realistic” ones and will be jealous if you make it when they didn’t. Forget those people, and stay strong, or better yet, stay anchored.
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