So much struggle, for meaning, for purpose. Eventually, we find it only in each other. We persevere to be rational all the time, to see the black and white and the right and wrong, but what about the substance we started out to seek? What about the gray areas that make us different, that make us brilliant?
…but I thought this was different, I thought we were different. We made some promises five long years ago, and though I was skeptical at first, and it wasn’t easy, I actually started believing in them. I didn’t even know that I did, because I am so realistic in most situations. I am not one to sit around and mope for long and I never let people see that they can hurt me. Its ironic how you always doubted me, and then actually sacrificed this on purpose to salvage another relationship. You didn’t even try to make pretenses.. there were no excuses, no arguments, no yelling, in fact, no words at all.
A lot of recent events have problematized my usual optimism, and now I guess I can finally agree with what they say… nothing lasts forever!
We were young and stupid.
Is just me or does writing get harder as you grow older. Studying literature has made me somewhat of a condescending critic. I scoff at my new words and laugh at the naivete of the old. Just waiting for inspiration..
— Salman Rushdie