There are days my only hobby is laziness, which naturally rules out all others... Experience lead me to the rolling philosophy in life -- you spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball, and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time. I love humanity but dread the crowd.
Life has its ups and downs, men like me learn to become wiser by knowing less and understanding more.
Being single is not so terribly wrong until one day you wake up and suspect that the mass of singles lead a life of self-sustained desperation. Then maybe one thing we could do is hoping to end up with the right regrets by making a few honest mistakes in romance as in life. If life is simple but not simpler, perhaps people just need to follow a straightforward reaction: fill what's empty, scratch where it itches; or even better, fall for a romance that turns the dust of daily tedium into a colored hazel. One day, I'd fall for that woman, who shares her trueness and selfliness like the misty rains, comes softly, but floods the river.
While you surely know that Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby, you also understand that the art of love is largely the art of persistence. In this journey of love, I 'd rather end up wishing I hadn't than end up wishing I had.
Then I am willing to bet the odds that Love is being stupid together.
Cheer up! This is just a relationship, right? Don't overthink it professor. Life is not a dress rehearsal, you know. Tik-tak!