When Is Enough.... Enough?

When is the right time to throw in the towel.  I might be living my life like its golden but is the rest of the world?  I have my freedoms, and travel where I choose to go and yet a piece of me often times feels a little lack and nude.  Delving into the arms of a relationship always seems a desirable expectation.  However when I explore the inner-workings of those whom exist in it I feel compelled to praise my efforts.   I could most easily settle for something that satisfies the qualms of those who watch me from the outside with their opinions and suggestions bantering the thick of my skin.   And at what expense would they be satisfied but that of my own.  I often times feel as if my mobile doubles as a lifeline for those suffering through relationship turbulence.  I answer, I listen and I attempt to offer the best and most unbiased advice I can conceptualize without regard to what I could actually do in a situation as such.  For a moment I will acknowledge my accolades. Not my education or work experience or other random talents. Those come with titles of self-expression. Rather the accomplishment of knowing that I can and did walk away from the most irreverent of catastrophic relationships.  To love and to lose is better than not loving at all; if that is the case I would have preferred to take the latter.  Single women so immensely desire a "boyfriend" or "husband" at what cost?  Many drinks, many evenings at local venues with the same tired faces.  It just seems a little stale.  Perhaps even the off chance of an Internet encounter when a dash of impatience kicks in to reveal an otherwise tired sense of desperation .

So just what is the motivation behind wanting to be coupled?  I have no conceptual understanding of just what the goal is.  I being a single myself enjoy the trappings of consult-free compromise.  No negotiating, no fuss. Its easy to wake on days gone by and not have to answer to anyone.  Perhaps I have indulged in my freedom and became accustomed to its features and benefits. After all if men and women are different sexes perhaps we prefer to run separate.  I cannot imagine the possibility of a man wanting to read the same texts I choose and I certainly cannot picture the possibility of a man sitting parallel to my desires to watch certain films.  Its just improbable.  Again, I ask when enough is enough and we resign to the fact that not all persons were meant to be coupled. And its also quite plausible that the concept other than the false sense of reality and superficiality of finding the perfect person is overrated. 

When is enough searching enough.  

For those of us who happen to know exactly what they want; when do you get to actually get what you want?  How long do you have to wait to get it?  When do you throw in the towel and accept the fact that you have abundance and grandeur singularly and you had it better than you thought you always did?