It's funny to me that people seem to think that if they are lucky in love, then they are lucky in life. Why is that? Seems a bit odd to me. If that is true, then why would people bother with life, if all they have to do is love and be loved? If all they need to be happy, is someone who loves them, why bother going to school, or finding a fulfilling career, or having friends. What is the point of any of that - of putting in that effort, when the answer lies in another? And why is it that we put so much power in another's hands, instead of in our own? Why is our worth determined by the person who loves us, and by how much they love us. How can one person erase all of the troubles of the day? And why is all of this dependent on someone who may just take it all away... and ultimately leave us worse off than when we started?? Seems a bit silly to me.   ¶ 9:25 PM