Is it an experience or are we all the same?

I am always amazed at how seemingly different everyone appears to live their lives. It astonishes me that while one girl is getting married at age 20, another is cursing all guys in general. I haven't quite figured out why it seems that, on the surface, everyone seems so different, when actually deep down we all want the same thing.

Everyone is just trying to live and get by. Everyone is trying to give and receive love. Everyone wants to be understood and respected. So, why is it that, if we all want the same thing do we act so differently?

In my honest opinion I think it all falls back on our experiences. The girl getting married at age 20 has known just one thing, love. The one who curses all the guys has probably experienced more heartbreak than necessary. The girl getting married has probably had an example of a shining marriage that lasts from such a young age. She has probably believed everything she has ever been told by someone she trusts. While on the other hand, that girl cursing all guys has been lied to once by a guy and that one guy ruined it for all the others. She has probably lived the breakdown. She has probably experienced the feeling of a lost love.

So, we all approach life differently. The girl getting married is, of course, getting married and the girl cursing men is, of course, throwing rocks at them. Why? Why are they both acting in such different ways when they both just want love, respect, acceptance, understanding and trust?

It's all in the experiences.

Our lives are built and shaped through these experiences. Our lives are molded into what they were, "meant to be," through our pasts. Our feelings, thoughts and ideas are all generated from our preconceived notions because of a past or similar experience.

Why is it that one person can so easily accept the love she is given and the other so completely deny everything she once believed?

Why do we, as women, believe in the fairytales? Why do we wait for a prince charming? Why do we turn to our friends during tough times? Why do we seek an outlet to implant our happiness into? Why do we constantly search for something better? Why do we always try to find the next step? Why do we always try to connect the dots when they don't really belong together? Why do we participate in things that hurt us? Why do we search for things that make us happier?

Why can't we just be content with ourselves, who we are, and the people we meet. I mean why can't we just accept it because if you were look around and realize that we all just want the same things, then we might not have to look so hard for it. If we can all just realize we are in the same book, just different pages, then we might be a little more compassionate and understanding of the girl getting married or the one snarling at the thought of love.

“I think we all wish we could erase some dark 

times in our lives. But all of life's experiences, 

bad and good, make you who you are. Erasing any of 

life's experiences would be a great mistake.”

- Luis Miguel