I have revised my statement. Though it still hurts to accept being alone, it hurts more to try and fight it.
Ordo de mente. Soli vitae. Vita cum significationem.
The order of the mind. Life alone. Life with meaning.
These are the words I must remember. Where once I believed that the purpose of my life was to live with and love a partner, that simply is not the way it is. While I may be alone, I need to keep sight of why I live. I live for myself. I live to think. I live to strive to be better. Nay, I live to be better. My mind is my reason. My head is my purpose. My heart loses its grasp on reasoning with each passing day. Logical. Meaningful. Intended. These will be my ways.
The order of the mind. Life alone. Life with meaning.
Ordo de mente. Soli vitae. Vita cum significationem.
That is my creed.
On a side note: tonight is going to be a hard one. I know not why, but I’ve already begun to ruminate on the past, and the wounds begin to agape anew. It’s just another self-imposed trial, and I must pass it. Life is about to get a lot more stressful for me in this next few weeks, and I cannot afford to burden myself with these inane trivialities that should be afforded no quarter in my head or heart, nor allotted precious energy to dwell upon with.
This too, shall pass.