You can’t help someone if they don’t want your help. You can’t love someone if they don’t love themselves. Cliches without empathy, absent of consent. It is better to have loved and lost than to never loved at all. Words devoid of sentiment, words that never loved them. Plenty of fish in the sea. That special someone. Contradictory platitudes serving to numb the pain of monogamy and the emptiness of “the field”. You always want what you can’t have. The grass isn’t greener on the other side. Eagerly encouraging everybody to be ensconced in their stagnate lives unescorted by passion. Life isn’t black and white. Things are not always as they seem. Seemingly congruent, yet irrevocably paradoxical. Critical thought at its core, always asks the same question, what for?