I stumbled across this today, nestled in a notepad amongst other completely unrelated things.  It seems that I was in a funk about love and relationships.  See below:

At the core of every human is the desire for love.  A desire so simple and finite, yet so deep and seemingly unattainable.  And so we search and we question, and we make mistakes in a quest that should be meaningful.  But what if there is no meaning at all?  Is love really worth it?  Why do we bare our souls, our innermost thoughts, desires, and questions only to be left in the cold?  Of what value is my love if it is never reciprocated?  Does your love matter if it’s given to me in a way that I’m not yet able to receive?

Man, I was definitely feeling pretty gloomy.  But if we’re honest with ourselves, we know that love isn’t always peachy keen- it requires work and has it’s gloomy moments.  That said, I’d love to read your thoughts on my random musings.