Romance the answer?

Romance. The undead form of human pretence. We flander in the hope that our preening will get us a mate. Man, Woman, it matters not. The reasons are all the same. We fear. We fear the lonlieness. We fear that we may never be good enough for someone. We fear that we may never find anyone good enough. We make ourself attractive, we learn conversation, we find ways of entertaining those around us, amusing anecdotes about the dull daily routine. All this just for a simple chance at what everyone else calls happiness. We are so busy looking at what everyone else has that we never, ever stop to consider if it’s what we really want. We never stop to think “hey, do I really Want this?”. Some of us, some find their way down the right street. Some of us find that our life-partner is nothing like what we expected. Some of us find that we like Men more than Society said we should. Some of us find that we like Woman more than society said we should. Some of us like rubber more than society says we should. So we hide. We make it some sort of hidden, dirty secret. Scared that the superfical smiles that we get from those that we call friends are just that. Superficial smiles.

We forget that our happiness depends on just one person. It depends on us. It depends that we accept the myrad of religion and science that we use to make our lives. It depends on what we call happiness. Don’t let others dictate to you when your happy. Just know that you are happy.

All the advice in the world doesn’t amount to a hill of beans if it doesn’t feel right. Rememeber, whoever you are, that you are special. The world knows that you have a place, you just havn’t found it yet.