But it all falls into another category, that being: The Dependent and The Independent.
Sure, we all “need and want” someone at times, but some genuinely cannot live without the reassurance that there is someone, something watching over them. And then there are people who go through life believing they are in it for themselves, no one to hold them down and no strings attached. It’s debatable who the better of these opposing teams is. One could certainly agree that a healthy balance of both is the key to living successfully.
Moments occur though that makes us stumble to one side more than the other. Such as Love or “Love”. That is when we are a Sucker in the chapter of our life. We get into a mind frame of believing that we cannot live without this other half. Romanticism believes this is true. For the next days/weeks/months/years we depend on this person to tell us what to do, to finish our sentences, to make us feel happy. Then, the time comes where this ends; you are disorientated and have no idea how you are going to go on. No longer do you have someone to catch you when you fall.
It is the next step from there that changes everything; the fork in the road. You either wait for someone to pick you up, or you get on with life; familiarising yourself with loneliness. Most stay limp, waiting for a rebound. It’s easier to depend on something. That is why people believe in religion. The utter reassurance is the only way they can get on with life. Faith, I hear they call it.
I myself, fall under “The Independent”. I never used to be. But I had to be; otherwise I would still be as sad as a neglected child. I am accustomed to being alone now; except I find it harder to be openhearted now instead. The pessimist in me tells me there is no point. But I am trying. Whatta’ war story.
I am a Sucker, a Fool and a Lover.
I am, The Lone Ranger.
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