My work is ok, but my life sucks. I'm single, alone, lonely, bitter, depressed and desperately unhappy. Unfortunately, unhappiness and depression drives away anyone who could change that, so it's a vicious circle that can only get worse unless the rare lightning that was love strikes twice in my life. However, I really don't consider that I have even a glimmer of hope that happening, and I keep wondering if it is really worth it. The saga continues.
Time does heal most wounds.
As I have recently written to a person who will hopefully become a good friend, love is like flowers in a garden of life. You can have a wonderful, colourful, short lived but intense love in one corner, and a durable, strong love, perhaps less showy love in another corner, and a lot of little loves all over, all different. As I see it, all these loves should be able to coexist in the healthy garden. Love, however, needs to be tended and cared for. When that stops, that part of the garden starts to wither and die.