As me and
Jo are writing a blog about single life, it must be pretty obvious that neither
of us are the kind of persons who would run from one long-term relationship to
another. We both have a lifestyle of being single. We are not really dependent
on relationships. Though I love being in love, and of course I look forward to
finding that one person who will create the great harmony with my soul and be
at the same time the most amazing and the most natural thing, I don’t really
feel like I need it to complete me.
I’ve
finally discovered the reason why I like being single more than I like being
with someone. As simple as it is,
I can control my own happiness while I’m single. I can be happy generally,
intensively and joyfully every single day. Since it’s up to me to decide.
Being with
someone boosts happiness yet brings the pain. It brings out the stress: stressing
about his feelings, your feelings, your future together, and your past together – about everything of you two. Though it’s occasional it’s tormenting.
Last time I
had a serious long-term relationship, I ended it because I was not happy
enough. I broke up with him not because I didn’t love him, but because I felt
I’d be happier on my own. And
though we loved each other more than we had ever loved anyone else, I know it
was a right thing to do.
The disease
in pursuing the ultimate happiness is that you will always think is this enough? At times I wonder if I can
be too pleased with my life on my own, so that I intentionally close out the
possibilities of love since I subconsciously feel that I don’t want them to
come and ruin my happiness.
Being too
content for being by myself provides a risk of missing out something greater.
But I hope that pursuing the ultimate condition of happiness will
lead me to something that will make my world go upside down. Reaching for the
stars will eventually land a Heaven on earth.
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