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via FlickrI’m a huge, number one, ginormous fan of Leo Babuta’s Zen Habits blog. I love everything that comes pouring out of that man’s fingers.
My last post, Miscellaneous ramblings of a frustrated heart, had me on the verge of worrying about comparing myself. I have the habit of doing this a lot, in fact. I’m not necessarily comparing myself to any specific individual or anything, but more so that I’m comparing myself to what I want to be, who I want to be, and why I’m not there yet.
Leo’s got a post called Life’s Enough: Stop Comparing …read more

Image by tony sak via FlickrSomeone asked this question on the forums over at PlentyOfFish, so I thought I’d take it a little deeper here.
Sometimes it’s hard to comprehend “real” romantic love for some people. Especially once you’ve been really hurt, deceived, or abused by someone you felt strong love for at one point. I’ve often noticed (after the aftermath) that I had loved someone who really didn’t love me back with the same depth, or in the same way, if at all.
Is it possible that some people really aren’t capable of “real love”?