Everything expires eventually

There are times, though they are rare, when I think I would feel the same in every environment, and in every space of land on this planet. Sometimes I think that my problems are not caused by this place, these obstacles, the mistakes or the consequences, what has been lost, or anyone whose presence is in my life, but that the problem ultimitely and indefinitely lies within myself. There are other times when I think that running away to a different country would solve everything, mend the past and smile at the future. I want to go to a place where people appreciate beauty, and where there is actually something beautiful to observe. Problems would still lie within myself, but maybe they could be mended too. I have long learned that medication is clearly not the answer to my problem. It only put a sheet over a mattress with springs sticking straight out of it. Life itself is a medication with side affects. Some people just deal with them differently. Is there an expiration date on pills? I suppose everything expires eventually, just at different times, depending on the conditions, even people.

On a different note, if you meet the person who you feel completes you, is it possible to love someone else, or is it just that we settle for people we admire to make ourselves feel less lonely? Is it possible to really love more than one person, or does true love only occur once in your life? Is it different for everyone? I think that true love is when you remember every insignificant detail of their conversations, even the punctuation and the laughter. It is when you recognize their scent on your clothing, wear it every day and never wash it. It is when even in a state of perfect common sense, you will act completely irrationally and spontaneous with them. It is when a starless sky could still seem like every constellation was revealing itself.