“… before it’s too late.”
Desperado. There are numerous renditions of this song. The Eagles version remains my favorite, though. Listening to it now as I try to forget my aching back en route to Manila.
Some friends say that the song is fast becoming the story of my life. For this year – the year most of my friends turn 32 – many believe that it is prudent to remind me that biology is gaining speed and might overtake soon. The consensus, it seems, is that I should no longer tarry.
Yet, I have never subscribed to the idea that love has to meet biological deadlines. I also disagree that love needed to conform to conventions. I refuse to settle into the sad cadence of relationships created for the wrong reasons.
To me, love still means waiting, even without certainty. Love still is loving – just loving – even after it already hurts. Love just is.
There is more to life than marriage, right? In the meantime, while He is still at a loss whether we are worthy of the sacrament, let us not allow Desperado’s promptings to drive us to desperation.

