House of Hermits

I never understood before how anyone could become a hermit but the older I get and the more I see the ugly side of human nature I relate more and more with the therapeutic qualities of living a solitary life. One of not having any expectations of anyone else but only of myself. One of not having to deal with nor compromise with the actions of others that do nothing to enhance nor elevate my life.

Disappointment is now a daily expectation of mine. I know that several people, several times during the day are going to disappoint me and even hurt me.

Is this a realistic view of the world and those around us? Is this all we have to gain in this life we live? Nothing but pain, sadness, discouragement, failure and regret?

Of course there are positives such as true friends but sometimes physical distance can be the interference that allows that friendship to only serve as a small tool to help endure and heal the wounds that outsiders who don't truly know or care about us inflict on us daily.

I understand that we have a big hand in creating our current and future existence but I truly also believe that fate has an even bigger hand in this matter. I believe that there are some things we have no control over and no matter what efforts or methods we use we cannot deter the path of fate in our lives.

We make decisions daily that determine the eventual outcome of our lives. Those decisions, no matter how small, all add up to monumental effects on amounts of successes, failures, happy and sad days and every other aspect that culminate to make our lives such as it is/was at the end of the road.