the hopeless romantic has a problem.
if he’s truly a romantic it will end well
which will ruin the plight he’s learned
to love.
said plight, gone from life, makes the
romantic struggle. how can he be optimistic
about the future when the now is so
good?
we learn to enjoy our lives in hope
for hope is necessary to endure the now
and then the hope is realized. and we’re
at a loss no longer in need of hope
but of thankfulness.
and so i begin to ponder my favorite
bands/poets/writers/thinkers of old.
how can they feel the way they do
still?
it’s been 15 years. is that girl still just
out of reach? why haven’t they caught
her? fear of a lost muse?
the sieve and the sand 
You used to be my romeo
woa oh ay oh
creepiest comment ever? i submit maybe.
that is why new goals must be set all the time. If one measure of hope is achieved, another must be dreamt up. That’s why (allegedly) happily in love musicians have turned their angst towards society and politics. When you find a man whose every hope has been met, you will wonder what he is living for. It is as if pure contentedness is a curse. We spend our lives in pursuit of a muse that is some sort of shape-shifter. We do not realize it is really an emptiness, to stay perpetually on the hamster wheel of chasing this thing, because we cannot learn to be still and feel peace in any given moment.
i concur unless we do learn satisfaction. something i would argue i’ve found in many places in my life. there are other dreams. other things that keep me striving. but there are certainly areas where i’ve just found satisfaction. and thats it. win.