What is it that makes us creatures of such habit? Habit - to the extent that we will continually make the same mistakes over and over. I wonder if, as a species, we are all destined to re-offend.

Where did the human need for structure come from? It would seem that very few communities manaed to thrive without structure. Humans seem to gravitate toward heirarchy. I would love to experience a life without structure but I doubt I would survive.

Sometimes it seems like the world I live in has become obsessed by time. Hours and minutes, divisions of the traversing sun or, more accurately, of the rotating earth. We limit ourselves, measure ourselves, govern ourselves from years to milliseconds. Success so often seems to be measured by speed, how fast one can move, how quickly one can solve the problem.

Love doesn't work in the same way. At least I don't think it does.

Perhaps this is why I find love so difficult; there is no definite structure, no measure of success. This is life without structure and I just feel lost. There appear to be no rules, the boundaries exist as and when you discover them and they are unique to that specific relationship. So although you may learn from previous experience, each new formation of love if a process of discovery in which 'experience', at times, renders us only able to make mistakes which by now have become habitual.