Oh, The Entanglements We Weave

It is interesting. Us humans, we are such social creatures. We crave human connection. We thrive on it. Little bridges between people. Uniting us. Keeping us connected to one another. At times it almost reaches desperate proportions. We do what we know is not good or healthy for us, just to maintain a connection with one another. We know that sooner or later, the bond will be severed. Slit. Torn to shreds. Mutilated. Violently trashed. A human connection consumed like yet another commercial product we carelessly toss aside when we are done with it.

Yet, we forge ahead knowing full well that disaster waits around the corner. All to avoid the desperate feeling of being an island, alone. At times we thrive on the desperate pursuit. At times, it brings us to the darkest brink of despair. The agony and the ecstasy. But, when the unavoidable happens, you know. De Niro said it best in Ronin: "Whenever there is any doubt, there is no doubt." In your heart of hearts, you know. You know it's coming. The end. But, do you stop? No. The voice of reason speaks to you. You hear it loud and clear. Still, do you stop? No, of course not. You are too desperate to be alone.