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The older I get the more and more specific on what it is that I want and how I spend my time. I was on my second date with this guy and soon realized that who I thought he was, he was not.
I have typed and deleted and typed again paragraphs into this body and just not sure what to write here anymore.
I’m not old by any means but as daily life continues I find it harder and harder to light a spark within me for nearly anything, especially when it comes to dating.
It would be nice to get that twinkle again in my eye and hold on to it - I don’t know when or if it will ever come and I am not searching but the whole phrase “It is better to have loved than not loved at all” not sure holds much truth in my life.
If you have found such joy in life and then lost it and then cannot manage to find it again, it seems best to never have had the feeling in the first place. If we have never seen the glistening lights of the Eiffel Tower in Paris would we die unhappy at 81 not knowing of it’s existence?
Sometimes I feel having too much knowledge and experiences can be a roadblock to happiness and not road to it.