When I think of all the years and months I spent looking for true love in the course of my life, it saddens me a little. Not so much because I didn’t find what I was looking for, but rather because I think of all that time I could have put to better use. All the books I could have read, photographs taken, drawings I could have drawn, ideas and seeds I could have planted in the ground. I was determined to beat the odds, that I would find love according to my own schedule. What I found has come and gone and now that it’s all said and done, I’m left wondering why I felt compelled to keep searching far and wide, when all along I was doing just fine on my own. There is something ironic about the fact that I’ve found this perspective while going through a major depression. But I guess that’s the way it goes, you never do know where your next insight is going to come from.