Love's Swan Song

Everyone always tells me that love will find me.  I think this is true, I'm just too impatient to wait.  I go through periods of time where I want to give up on finding love.  Even the concept of love is too vast and elusive for me to wrap my head around.  They say there are multiple forms of love and that over time love can bloom and prosper.  I know this is true because I have seen it with my friends and with my parents.  
Those friends who are in a long-term relationship are lucky and irksome.  It's impossible to understand what goes through their minds.  How do they stay in such long term relationships? The idea of staying with someone frightens me to death and frankly sounds like my hell.  Yet, I find myself yearning for such a fate, to be intertwined with another soul for eternity.  The idea of finding a soulmate and life partner scares and exhilarates me.  However, with all the stupid people and situations in life, this idea fades away and I am shaken to my senses.  The thinly veiled mirage of love shatters into pieces as the stark world solidifies into my reality.  And thus, I am tempted more and more to sing love's swan song and to give up on my search.  

Feeling blue

The rosey shades have officially turned blue, not a light baby blue, but a dark navy blue.  The kind of blue that you would see when looking up at the brilliant night sky.  It's hard to keep the shades light when feeling this down.  I'm not depressed, I think, but I'm feeling blue all the same.  For those of you feeling down and in the dumps just remember that someone always has it worse.  I find it hard to feel sorry for myself while I know there are people out there with miserable lives.  Something I am trying to do is quickly list 10 things that I am thankful for when I start to feel sorry for myself.  This instantly makes me feel better.  

If anyone does read this blog, post 10 things that you are thankful for and see how it feels.   

Rose shades

Many people look through rose shaded glasses.  They view the world as a beautiful, just world.  I find those people admirable, however, the world is not sunny and full of dancing lilies.  The world is full of mud, saturated in blood, sweat, and tears.  This blog is dedicated to those realists who look through clear glasses.  It is also an advice blog for those whose rose shades are cracking and need help transitioning between shades.