Why are we so consumed by love. The need to love and to be loved surrounding our every thought. Why have we become inept to functioning as an indivual? As a society we are so dependent on everyone else. Using who we are with rather than who we are as the means to define and measure success. It is sickening really.
We have more opportunities than every to acheive in the work place. To excel at positions once only held by men. I have one of these. A job where I am well recognized for the work that I do and I am continually given new challenges to overcome. Yet I do not feel like this is enough. I feel like I have failed because I have not found Mr. Right. I have found Mr. Right Now a plenty. Usually by their choice not mine. Yet I cannot find that line. Between too much and not enough.
They say when you stop looking you'll find whatever it is that you were looking for.
Yet the thrill of the chase is all consuming.
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