A wise person once observed that we desire not so much to be loved, as to love. We long to "get outside of ourselves," to lay down our lives totally for the other.
What does it say about human beings that we are so sure such a "one" exists for us personally? Indeed, we are so sure that we will torture ourselves until we find such a thing, rather than give up on the pursuit.
Apart from the idea of "the one," life is perceived as not being worth living.
"Oh Lord, our hearts are restless until they rest in you." St. Augustine
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