Happiness in Loneliness

“Never marry at all, Dorian. Men marry because they are tired, women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.”  ― Oscar Wilde , The Picture of Dorian Gray Some of my readers would think this topic is ridiculous since it is very common here in Indonesia to get married in their golden ages remembering the society seems to push the idea of marriage anyway. But I always asked myself whether I wanted to be married or not, while my answers mostly no (well, I don't know if someone might change my mindset years to come). I know that there are pros&cons and I don't mind if anyone wants to state his arguments towards mine, please feel free to say anything in the comment section down below. Thus, according to a website called Psychology Today, marriage is the process by which two people make their relationship public, official, and permanent . It is the joining of two people in a bond that putatively lasts until death , but in practice is often cut short by separation o

by Jennifer I want to run, I want to hide From all the pain he caused inside. I want to scream, I want to cry. Why can't I tell him goodbye? I want to move on;  I just can't let go. I love him more than he will ever know. I want to start over, I want to feel free! But this pain will never leave me be. He hurt me bad; the pain is deep From all the promises he couldn't keep. All the lies I heard him say Are in my head and just won't fade. How can I forget him, leave him behind? Erase the memories from my mind? He doesn't love me, and he never will. He will never care how I feel.

by Olive Walters Life is a journey A journey of time Where a heart needs another To give it a shine We're all on a journey With two paths to take One that is right And the one that can break With many a setback We'll find hard to bear It's love and true friendship That will help us to care For a heart that is lonely Can fill up with strain Like a plant that can wither Without sun and rain So together when sharing Surely we'll find it's the treasure of life That can give peace of mind

by Robert Browning Escape me? Never Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth While the one eludes, must the other pursue.  My life is a fault at last, I fear: It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed. But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And, baffled, get up and begin again, So the chance takes up one's life ' that's all.  While, look but once from your farthest bound At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope goes to ground Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark, I shape me Ever Removed!

by Tim J. Myers Every working day I pass a tulip tree on yellow grass and strain to see, when it appears, petals out this time of year. Even our southern winter’s strong– it hunkers down and won’t move on: A sky that presses close its gray; chilling drizzle day by day; dark roofs ranked as far as sight can make them out in dreary light; the city’s business, lusterless, car and bank, store and bus. Even as we rush about, we settle in to wait it out; the whole world sighs and mutters Winter– except this small and frail dissenter who seems to have her signals crossed– stands half-splendid, half at loss, and throws out from each kindling branch blossoms whiter than a trance. Winter has its point to press; like everyone, I acquiesce. So why be caught by such a thing– one little fool who thinks it’s spring?

by Carter Davis Johnson My candle burns at both ends Late into the night, And flickers fast, And bounces in my sight. My pen lies docile in my hand. The page is silent now. My eyes transfix; My thoughts do mix; The flame moves like her gown. I see her sway In silken dress When we were by the bay. Around her curves The silk moves slow As night approaches day. Through the curtains Runs the breeze, Warm and salty too. It grabs her gown, A slow sweet sound, And plays with waves of blue. Then she fades Into the flame That pulls me back tonight. It flickers on; My pen moves on; It burns into the night. Carter Davis Johnson is an English major and cadet at the Virginia Military Institute. He grew up in Roanoke, Virginia.