The good times never end - or do they?!

I've spent my whole life surrounded
and I've spent my whole life alone
I wonder why I never wonder why
The easiest things are so hard
I just want, I just want love
I just want, I just want love
I just want, I just want love
I just want something
Something for nothing
Something, something for nothing

I'm a beggar and I'm a chooser
I'm accused, I'm an accuser
But nothing's unconditional

I hold the whole world accused
I've only got myself to blame
I wonder why, I never wonder why
The easiest things are so hard

-Unconditional, The Bravery

Sometimes I feel the urge to warn my younger friends about the perils of perpetual singlehood. That they might fall into the vacuous hole of endless city nights - drunken revelry, dead end jobs, meaningless sex, trippin' around 3rd world countries - until one day they wake up a decade or more later wondering what the hell happened. But its fun. Hell yeah, its fun! Too much fun. That's the problem. I have made a career out of avoiding responsibility, conjuring up casual romances and 'exploring my opportunities'. While I don't believe in regret - I think its a wasted emotion, if I knew then what I knew now (forgive me for this horrible cliche), I might have have slowed down a little, taken things a little more seriously.

But I keep my mouth shut. Everyone staggers through life and eventually finds their own way. Such are the perils of the modern age. We are free but its so easy to get lost.