I think sometimes we use relationships as a shortcut to happiness.
And yes, it would be easier to be happy if everything was glossed over with that warm, heart-squeezing feeling that comes when things are really good with someone.
It’s not that I think that’s a bad thing. I don’t begrudge it of the people who have it.
But I also don’t think I mind going the harder road and carving out my happiness myself. Maybe I’m even glad for it. I have this idea that my joy will be a little more solid because I forged it on my own – because I fought for it.
There’s this idea that if you’re spending this day by yourself, you should be miserable. But I’m not lonely. I’m too busy to be – I’m too busy making a life.
I am not opposed to being two someday – but I also have no problem with being one.