How can I accept myself?
Previously, I asked a question about “I couldn't get married, I can't find my future life.”
Since then, I've received support from various people, and I've been thinking about various things. However, no matter what, my thoughts just loop like this, and my thoughts don't move forward at all.
I'm 40 years old, and until then I've made various efforts to have a lover. I think 50 people also did matchmaking. However, it was finally impossible to build a romantic relationship with a woman. I've never heard of anyone around me who turned 40 and couldn't be a lover. I don't think love or marriage is possible anymore. And I think death is the only event left. However, the rest of that very fixed life is very difficult.
Meanwhile, most of the people around me are married and have children. There may be many things ahead, but they have plenty of options for happiness. And I am the only one who is determined to be alone for the rest of my life.
To be honest, I hate the people around me and it's irresistible. If I'm lonely for the rest of my life, I don't want to go to company drinking parties anymore, let alone people's weddings. It's so hard to feel people's happiness and to re-recognize with myself that I'm alone for the rest of my life.
However, we are aware of the problem. What kind of woman do you want? What kind of marriage do you want to have? To be honest, I never really thought about it realistically. But is it too much sentimentalism for a 40-year-old to fall in love first and then yearn to get married because you want to be with that person for the rest of your life?
The psychiatrist who is indebted to me tells me to “accept your destiny.” But I don't seem to be able to accept loneliness for the rest of my life.
Why, “If People Are Married, Should You Get Married Too?” I was told that here. But is it my worry that I want to have the same level of happiness as others?
If death were the only thing waiting for the rest of our lives, how could we accept death? If you can't be happy... I even wish death would come reluctantly.
