Once more into the breach, dear friends

May 19, 2005 22:10

As I get older, I realize more and more that I can find happiness consistently only in myself. It's impossible to rely on others in the long term for company and pleasure. People change, and although I may be able to be happy and find joy in friendship for a while, it doesn't last. It all comes down to the point that nothing lasts forever; nothing gold can stay. The only constant in life is the self.

This is in my AIM profile right now. It is a culmination of my rumination, the ending of my cogitating, and for those of you that don't know, it is regarding occurrences that have occurred repeatedly in my young life that are putting on an appearance once again. I strongly suspect that I'm unable to mature. Most people are like fine wines and become more refined when matured, acquiring character and basically becoming better when they get older. I, on the other hand, seem to draw comparisons to soda aging: I just seem to get stale and worse. I seem to get flatter also. ...

Anyway, I don't think it's my fault any more for having these periodic depressive episodes followed by sub-manic episodes. No, I think I'm right! I'm finally catching on that it isn't wise to rely on people too much. If you disagree, leave a comment telling me why I'm wrong. Adieu!
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