I think, feel and believe that I have lost the art of compromising; at least in Love. Nowadays, I prefer being alone. My solitude has – almost – become a principle. I suppose that (too many) disappointments and (too high) expectations (ie, in Love) are reasons for my lacking willingness to compromise.
My 2019 view was different: compromising as an allocation of time-spent between education, family, friends, hobbies, sport and work. Probably, I underestimated the impact of the columns that deal with ageing, compromising and time-spent. Ever since 2014, I am writing, That is my mission and not my hobby.
Other relevant factors are very individual in my life: my divorce (2010), my court battles (2010-14), my burnout & depression (2013-14), my solitude (2013 – onwards), and my relocation (2019 – onwards). Slowly, my longing for solitude has become an obstacle in my willingness to compromise.
The disadvantage of my lacking willingness to compromise is that any effort (eg, dating) is getting a self-fulfilling outcome: failure. An alternative view is that my solitude has become more important than a relationship. Moreover, any choice in life is dependent on its (underlying) priorities.
If and when my choice in life is good then why should I bother too much about its consequences??
My question above is quite illuminating by the way. It explains the lack of stress that I’m feeling. In other words, life is what it is, a 1979 song by Chicago (eg, album, lyrics, video).
Perhaps, my art of compromising has evolved from individual consciousness (eg, needs & wants of the body & mind) towards universal consciousness (eg, needs & wants of the soul).
I suppose that (my) solitude was its path.
“In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit.”
A quote by Ayn Rand (1905-1982), a Russian-American writer and philosopher
Meet Me In The Middle (2015) by Jessie Ware
artist, lyrics, video, Wiki-artist, Wiki-film, Wiki-album+song
[Chorus]
Meet me in the middle
Tell me something
That could change my mind
I couldn’t let it be known
This it is every time I refuse to say goodbye
Note: all markings (bold, italic, underlining) by LO unless in quotes or stated otherwise
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