Life, as I once knew it

I'm listening to "Ship of fools". And there's one line - "Why is life so precious and so cruel?"

Struck me very strong. Especially now.

I've always believed in the essential goodness of life. I know I still do. And, don't get me wrong, I haven't had experiences that could make me very jaded. But there's a cynical edge now. I never thought that I would feel that way.

And, to me, love was an integral part of life. I'd always thought of myself as a true romantic. And I guess I'm not. It's a part of growing up. Everyone goes through it, right?

When you realize that life and love are never as good as you once thought they were. You understand that there are too many ups and downs.

And isn't that supposed to be better? Who'd want something without a little variation? Well, I know I wouldn't.

But getting disappointed over and over again does leave a sour taste. One too many scares. And before you know it, you come to expect it. It's nothing new.

And that's when it strikes. You want the old you back. The one who believed in true and everlasting love. The one who could always find that silver lining.

Because you can't find it anymore.