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[kuangning]

You know, it really is this simple.

I can do badly all by my damned self. I don't need a partner for that.

I can be happy all by myself, too. I can be content, I can laugh, love, and truly live, all without a partner.

If I can't find a measure of joy and love with you that I cannot achieve by myself... why do I need you? Give me a reason why I should commit to making the effort to sustain any sort of relationship with you -- and every relationship takes effort to sustain -- when I don't gain anything from it I couldn't have without interlacing my life with someone else's, complicating every facet of my days.

Every single person in my life right now has more than justified their presence in whatever relationship we enjoy. Some of you amuse me, some make me think, some remind me of who I am and where I'm headed. Some simply love me and are loved in return. All of you have helped me raise the bar this last year or so. You, collectively, and I, independently -- we are enough. More than enough. I only know one person of whom I could say for certain "he's more than enough, all by himself," and, oddly enough, I'm happy just to have him be around as one of you.

It's a tough thing these days, finding more joy and love than I already have in my life.

Comments

[rare.livejournal.com]

God. These kind of entries from you always just make me smile and feel a latent warmth. *hug*

YES!

[serendipity.livejournal.com]

Your eloquence astounds me. Your post is precisely what I've been trying but failing to say. I've said that I hate the phrase "JUST friends," because friendship is everything to me. Our cultural emphasis is on coupling but I don't buy it. People think I must be sad or lonely or angry or whatever and that I must be seeking an intimate partner or something's wrong with me. (They're sometimes relieved to learn I have a long-distance intimate relationship, but that's really a friendship with the bonus of occasional sex.) What they don't understand is how happy I am with genuine friendships. Oh, damn, I'm wasting words - you said it best.

And so did Dylan's "All I really want to do is baby be friends with you."

[tsjafo.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[powerpynt.livejournal.com]

The silvered web shrieked as strand after strand of stifling cocoon snapped. Rent apart by a force too powerful to deny, the bonds parted, and from it's core came a brightly colored butterfly; blinking it's multifaceted eyes in the glare of the noonday sun.

Once attuned to the vision of all that had been layed before her antennae, she spread her wings and tested their resilience. Not assured of their capactity, but satisfied that to fall would be only minor injury and yet to fly could bring a lifetime of wonder and amazement, the beauty leaped from her perch atop the fencepost and soared into the thin air of life.

She was free, and all the world had watched her transformation in awe and deep satisfaction; for never does a radiance such as this fail to gather an admiring glance from even the most hardened of hearts.

Fly on love; the world is an incredible place when you decide to let it be.

Yours,
The Occasional Amusement.