Someone asked me a while ago, the most simple and complicated question that I’ve ever encountered. Four words that are seemingly non-threatening and yet have the power to change both a beginning and an ending. “What do you want?”
At first, it seems simple enough. I’ve always known what I wanted for my life. House on the lake, two kids, a fulfilling marriage, and a job at the news desk at 6 o’clock. But I think the question was meant to solicit a deeper, more meaningful response. I was led to the realization that I never knew what I had wanted for my heart. I always looked for who matched what I wanted for my life. Who could provide the very things that I found necessary to the life I’ve always wanted. But maybe, just maybe I should have searched for what I wanted for my heart. So for the past month or so, I’ve searched. I’ve thought about it. I’ve listened to a million country songs. I’ve read a thousand quotes and Facebook statuses. And somewhere in the midst of the loneliness, the “I’m okay’s,” and the sleepless nights, I think I’ve found it. And of course, the answer is every bit as simple and complicated as the question.
I want to be chosen. Out of 6,872,800,000 people living in the world today, I want to be found in a crowd. I want to be found and wrapped up in the midst of chaos, of tragedy, of perfect and messy. And I want to be chosen. Not once. But again and again. Day after day. You can choose me for the wrong reason. You can choose me for all the right ones. Just choose me. Tell me that for all these complicated reasons that you don’t care to understand, that you want me.
Don’t want me just because you can’t have me. And don’t want me when I’m gone. Choose me today. Want me tomorrow. Fight with me. Forgive me. And then choose me again. Tell me I’m wrong. And that I’m impossible and difficult or even that you can’t do this anymore. Then come back and choose me all over again. I don’t care what happens in between the fights, the slamming doors, the walking out, and the making up and the breaking up. As long as we choose each other in the end.
Wake up every morning and know why you’re in this messy, exhilarating relationship with me. Choose an imperfect, chaotic me over a perfect, undemanding her. And that will be enough for me. That is what I want.