Someone told me the other day, he couldn't understand how or why someone can get so hurt by failed relationships, when "at the end of the day, there are still more people out there. Thousands more fish in the sea."
I felt a bit confused. Ok, more like a lot. Personally, I wake up everyday, ready to find more things about which I am passionate, more people about whom I am curious, places in world that I would give anything to explore. As far as I'm concerned, this person cannot possibly live wholly when he is so indifferent to the amazing world in which he lives and doesn't even give it a second glance. It's as though, in my own opinion, he has missed the meaning of life itself. Never knowing what it's like to love someone so much that it hurts. Never having experienced the undying fire that flows when you are learning about something that you love.
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