Sometimes I wonder how people manage to find and connect one with another. So many elements could potentially clash or mismatch, so that after the initial passionate fires, we are left like anonymous ships, only tenuously moored together.
I've had a few of those before. The joyful excitement of the initial days, followed by rapid decline into flatness and ennui. His beautiful physique becomes nothing special--I've seen better on billboards and commercials. His amazing ability to dress like a modern Cary Grant on budget? Ugh; he spends more time getting ready than I do.
So I admit: I've spent my green years committing the sin of superficiality. So I confess: I have sought to pleasure only the eyes, but not the mind. So I conclude: It is easier to say no, than to force together what (I predict) is not meant to be, or merely settle for mediocrity.
Yet most people seem to do fine. They meet, they hang, they attach, and happiness--or at least a good semblance--ensues. And not only so, but seemingly so easily. How? Somebody, throw me a clue!
Am I blinded by the myth of compatibility? Do I expect too much from what is, after all, only one of the many relationships in life? Am I suffering that ridiculous malais of modern women, expecting not companionship, but love and soul-deep understanding, in a package repleat with ambition, humor, intellect, and a six-pack to boot?
Or worse, am I turning into Carrie Bradshaw?
So I return to reality: 運命惟所遇, 循環不可尋. What will come, will come.
New daily affirmation: "I will be open to all the opportunities Life present me, and be content."
--Ha ha, hell no! Do you even know me? Daily affirmations, indeed!
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