I think I've mentioned this before, how I don't really believe in fairy tales for myself anymore. I don't necessarily believe in the happy ending.
Some things that were brought up today made me reminisce about high school. I realized that I had such grand notions of what truly selfless love looks like. And I strove to emulate that.
Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I guess it made me take a critical look at myself and my actions today. I think over the years I've become either more cynical or more realistic. Maybe a bit of both. I don't know exactly what to feel. Should I feel sad that I no longer believe in fully sacrificial love? (Apart from Jesus, I mean) Or should I feel glad that I have come to expect less out of people and therefore be surprised more by human goodness?