Alone

I hear all sorts of comments about the way I choose to live.  It seems it is almost impossible for people to believe that anyone would choose to live alone if they didn't have to.

I wonder how many people choose misery over their own company, because there are lots of things worse than living alone.  Imagine the best moment of your morning being the minute you arrive at work.   I loved my job so much I now volunteer and do it for free, but I no longer need it to escape the unhappiness of home.

I will not trade my life for someone to pay my bills, chauffeur me around, or fix my house.  Though if all other parts of our relationship are monumentally wonderful, I could appreciate those things.

I have good friends and family members where mutual respect, love and an appreciation for what the other has to bring into the relationship enriches my life immeasurably.  That is so much more valuable than a half-hearted, needy relationship, where people find fault instead of love.

Being a perfect person isn't necessarily being perfect.  It is just being perfectly suited for each other and that requires a level of wisdom and maturity some people don't seem to have.