47, still single, and asking myself: is love even possible in today’s world? Some days, it feels like the answer might be no. The world has changed so much since I first started dreaming about love. Back then, I imagined love as something inevitable, something magical that would find me when the time was right. But now, with each passing year, I can’t help but wonder if that kind of connection even exists anymore—or if it’s just a fantasy I’ve been holding onto.

Dating today feels… exhausting. It’s a maze of swiping left or right, vague text conversations, and people who are either too busy, too hurt, or too skeptical to let love in. I’ve tried putting myself out there, meeting new people, and staying hopeful. But the more I try, the more it feels like true love is slipping further away.

I can’t lie—it’s hard not to feel a little lost. Most of my friends are settled into long-term relationships or marriages. They have stories about how they met their person years ago, in simpler times, when connection felt natural and unforced. Meanwhile, I’m over here, still trying to figure out how to find something meaningful in a world that seems to value convenience over commitment.

And yet, I’m not ready to give up. I still believe in love—the kind that makes you feel alive, the kind where you’re seen and cherished for exactly who you are. Maybe it’s harder to find now because I know what I want, what I deserve, and what I won’t settle for. That’s the silver lining: I’ve learned so much about myself along the way.

Is love possible in today’s world? I don’t have the answer yet, but I’m holding onto hope. Because even at 47, I believe it’s never too late to find something real.