Apparently, life and the cosmic forces have more rules and boundaries than i was previously aware. Atoms are small, gravity works, and having your life completely shattered has no grace period- before striking again. I'm..tired. Exhausted, and therefore numb; yet I can not help but notice that this newfound quietness of the mind is rather... enjoyable. Its funny how much one's emotions flurry through the mind..
A friend confessed to me, not long ago, that they found themselves extremely unhappy. Could not focus on who they were, and felt as though their love life was failing. As though they were settling for a relationship, for a life, that wasn't fulfilling. Or Happy. A story I know all too well.
I have never been one for fate. Karma: certainly; but the events of life are unforeseen, or the consequences of our own actions. As i see it, anyway. My friend asked for an opinion: was this a waste of time? A mistake? Or were they just to picky? Refusing to be satisfied?
I concluded:
Life is an oven.
An oven of varying temperatures. At times warm, comfortable. Others, sweltering, painful, unbearable. Regardless, as the little loaves of bread we are, we stay. Because life is baking us. Slowly. Carefully. Seasoned with experiences and braised with time. One day, the perfect 'dish' will come along, and we will come out. The perfect dish. Just for you. Why would anyone want to waste it, risk losing the opportunity for their perfect match, by jumping out early onto a plate not their size? Is the heat really that bad? Its a decision each loaf much make for itself.

Nobody likes raw dough.