I am suddenly feeling content with where things are, and with where things are headed. Odd feeling for me. Rare. I seem to have higher expectations than I lead myself and perhaps others to believe. Most things in life, aren't enough for me. Most people aren't either. Which isn't to say I think I am better than anything or anyone - but that I grow tired and bored quickly. But somehow, I am content with where thigns stand. The problem in this arises when that feeling of content comes crashing down around me, leaving me to feel like I have lost more than I had to begin with. I tend to let go of people rather quickly and ideas rather quickly. I tend to "give up" - or perhaps it is more so that I don't care enough to begin with. That's probably true. You can never let yourself care about something so much that you get wrecked by the end result. Love can do that to you. So can loss. Perhaps they are one in the same. I have always had just enough friends to keep me happy. I have allowed a small number into my heart, but it seems to me, that in the end it is those that cause me the most hurt and pain. I know that sounds logical, seeing as how I did let them in, but I let them in with the assumtion that I was making the right decision... but it's true what they say - all good things comes to an end. Perhaps it is just that time.

A reason? A season? Or a lifetime?

Perhaps, lifetime doesn't exist.  ¶ 9:29 PM