I’m going through one of those moments in life where every day seems to be a constant reminder of how strange human interaction can be. How things change in an instant; past ghosts reappear, old temptations resurface and new excitement fades – all seemingly at the drop of a hat, and usually all at once. So then I’m left wondering – what’s the point? If it all seems like a cyclical reminder of things that didn’t work out and unhealthier but easier options returning, why am I even trying to find something with meaning, something that matters? Because at the end of the day, everyone else is dealing with the same things. Everyone else has old and easier, so why even try new? New takes effort. New is scary.
I tend to believe the potential reward outweighs potential hurt, but I’m beginning to think not very many other people do.