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Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married or own a house; as if life was some kind of grocery list. But nobody ever asks if you are happy.

— Heath Ledger

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I hope to one day have a reason to believe in love. For now I’m convinced relationships are formed from fear of being alone. Yes it’s about connecting, but what about our attachment styles and our generational trauma? Is that what drives our fear of being alone and the idealogy behind the word “love”? Is it just a single word to describe staying with people out of fear of dying alone? I don’t know, I have so many questions about the word and it’s general existence. Until I find it, I will never believe in it.