I was thinking about divorce on the bus; Tori and I have been talking about it recently and I’m sure I’ve made a post or two I just don’t have the time to link back to them.

In consideration it makes a lot of sense to not spend the rest of your life in a happy situation because “rest of your life” is such a finality. Always being the [cynical] optimist though, I somehow tend to think about how nice it would be to spend the rest of your life with someone you do like.

I wouldn’t call it loneliness, if we’re counting slivers probably more of them are a sense of purpose than any sense of destiny. I’m convinced the meaning of life is good wholesome happiness, and for humans that amounts to being around people you like and accomplishing some ‘progress’ be that whatever it may be.