I just finished watching the Order and I got all philosophical during it and grabbed a pen... this is what came out....
We run from the things we need, truth hurts and so we shy from it as we travel on a neverending quest for it. An ongoing battle in our minds, a battle we are hardly even concious of unless we dwell on it.
Begging to trust, to be trusted, wanting to stand alone, fearing to take anothers hand, even when we are on the edge and close to falling. Yet our nature forces us to seek companionship, to find friends, to find people to love. We are driven to touch, to feel a body pressed close to our own. To be at peace. We fight against this eden, we fight to stand alone, to defy the piece of our nature that drives us to be social creatures.
We fight to change, we fight against happiness, eventually we accept, but eventually we all lose the fight to distace ourselves, the fight to keep ourselves safe, the fight to keep from hurting anyone. In the end we all hurt, but usually, the good memories dull the ache to a throb, and the fight was useless.