But when I suffer because the pure, unconditional, and all powerful love that we all crave doesn't exist in this world, rather than self-medicate by assuring myself that I will get it if I just keep reading self-help books, I'd rather just have a moment of silence for the pain and suffering that it is to be human, grow where I can but not obsessively, then do my best to enjoy what I have in my life. I'm sure there will be some good times ahead, it doesn't have to be a fairy book to be a fun and meaningful journey.
This may be my future, I can't say that I wouldn't be disappointed if I didn't find love again somehow - but if this is my future then so be it. I'm at the point now when I'm questioning whether the concept of 'perfect love' as the end all be all of human experience is actually antithetical to living authentically.
Me-45, W-37, T-10 yrs, M-9 yrs D -7 yrs, S-5 yrs BD-5/3/16, D filed 6/8/16
