I'm sort of stuck in the world of lust. I'm 39 (the big 4-0 in December) and never got around to marrying. I guess I'm a bit of a cynic, there. People my age seem to be divorcing a whole hell of a lot more than, say, my grandparents generation. I find that a bit disconcerting. More than a bit.
Doesn't mean I don't look at pretty girls. Heck, as we know, I like soccer. And much of that soccer is women's. The looks are not lost on me.
But, that's all lust. I wonder what all happens when we all get older and lose our looks. Therein would lie the actual definition of love, methinks. And I can't envision it.
Hence, I feel better single.
Doesn't mean I don't look at pretty girls. Heck, as we know, I like soccer. And much of that soccer is women's. The looks are not lost on me.
But, that's all lust. I wonder what all happens when we all get older and lose our looks. Therein would lie the actual definition of love, methinks. And I can't envision it.
Hence, I feel better single.
"For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring." - Carl Sagan
