Eternal_Ineptitude
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Growing up I believed in a more spiritual dimension to life. I imagined being alone in the present was some pre-ordained masterplan of suffering to make me truly appreciate the joy of love when I got older, like some modern day Job. I pinned my hopes on this mystical, magical person sitting out there, oblivious to my existence, waiting, as I was, for us to meet so we can be happy together. In fact my very first unrequited love kind of validated this feeling I'd had. As I've got older this feeling has faded away and I feel this has added to my loneliness in life, a collapse of my spirit has led to a collapse of hope. Does anyone here still believe in these fairy tales? Did you believe in them to start with? Is it just part of growing up to stare blankly into the desolation of rationality or is this all a product of loneliness? Did I expect to much as a youth and this is part of my problem now?