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The title of this blog has never been more true than it is right now. While I love reading up on my friends lives, I'm getting tired of how damn depressing everything is. Where are the fun and lively bunch I know? I read these blogs full of emotion and pain and think of how this is all relationship caused. They have problems I dont have, and they seem completely and utterly crushed by them. One of my friend's problems are so great that I mourn for him, because he once had love, but has now lost it. He looks for it again with others, but remembers the good times he had with "her" and tries to go back, regardless of how unforgivable her actions. I look forward to one day having someone to walk with, talk with, be with, even raise children with, but is this what relationships are really like? Would my life with someone be so riddled with fights and nasty comments? Pain? I look at my mother, who has no one except me. I see her relationships and what went wrong in them, how her faults as a person have presented problems. But how can a 17 year old, her own child, tell her what she is doing wrong? I see my dad, and the things about him that drove mom away. But then I see how he found someone to be with, and I look at the good aspects of their relationship. I want that laughter and banter someday with my wife. I look at how well my extended family gets along, but even my grandmother (who has more class, yes class, than anyone I know) had to put up with immense difficulties from my grandfather (may he rest in peace). So many problems, and all of them seem insurmountable. Then I read stories about the power of love. The love is perfect, and the problems are small and insignificant when compared with the ones of the real people I care about. How is love supposed to go? Can the faults of a person be fixed, like the man with a temper problem? Can the woman who is weak willed be made to be strong enough to stand on her own? Can the feeling of love between two people be so great as to counter all negative... everything, for time as great as a lifetime? What faults can love live with, and what is too wrong to be ignored? Now that is a question.


To any of my friends who I have attempted to give advice to:
I hope the first few lines of this post do not lead you to think this is a complaint about you "griping" to me about your problems. I enjoy lending help and whatever else people need, whenever they need it. I am glad you have trusted me with your private feelings so I could listen and try to ameliorate. I feel honored and thank you for thinking enough of me as a friend to bring your troubles to me.