Too many questions

Haven't been here since long. I guess it takes quite a bit of courage to finally write again. It's not even surprising to me anymore that I would turn towards this blog faster than I'd turn towards my Diary.

How sad though, ironically writing used to be an asset. I preferred it over so many things. It was everything to me - a vent, hobby, even a muse in fact. But since nothing lasts forever, I believe that flare died too.

I often said I only write when I was in need of a vent, and gradually I reigned my emotions and my will to write ebbed away with it. Now what’s left is just anger, which I wish would cool down.

Since I’m here, a question of mine needs to be put out and although answers are not expected; it’s just a thought. Why do we need support? Why does the wish to be ‘rescued’ arise in us? Why is there a longing for a hug, to hold somebody’s hand, to hide your head on somebody’s chest?

Now don’t think I’m going all ‘lonely maiden’ here, no way! Nor is this a mood swing ranting as a desperate plea for love and intimacy. No - no! I keep myself away from such illusions.

The question here is, why do these needs arise? Why are we as individuals not enough for ourselves? Why do we always ‘NEED’ a ‘SOMEONE’?

Now I’m not pointing towards a relationship here, the implication here is simply towards another individual who we ‘consider’ is dear to us - and that can be any relationship.

So, why the sudden urge for dependency?

And no, this is not typical female behavior. It’s human nature - we always miss what we don’t have. But my focus here is, why do certain situations form the need for dependency.

Is it natural? I believe yes, since I have seen many facing that. How can it be controlled - No idea!  Do these feelings need to be controlled? Do they not instill further negative feelings, like loneliness and self-pity?

Too many questions.