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Partnerships, relationships, and friendships all derive on making things work and cooperation with eachother to finding solutions together which make a bond stronger. So if both people are always willing to cooperate with eachother and willing to help make things work no matter what happens, then breakups just shouldn't happen.
However it seems like as soon as one side refuses to cooperate and communicate, they just pull the plug on the relationship and it all just ends despite them being with someone who is always willing to listen communicate and cooperate.
But yeah basically what I'm saying is i think breakups never really Absolutely have to happen if the partner is honestly good. What does need to happen is better cooperation understanding and communication from both.
It may be just because I'm just a guy that never really sees the need to break apart good things that honestly aren't broken. Until something substantially bad happends. Like if your partner just treated you like shit in every way then yeah i could see people not being willing to try anymore for a person like that then.

But what do you think? Can't most breakups be avoided?

To say there is no problem with heavy drugs in America and most of Europe would be a denial of reality. You have fentanyl killing a record high number of Americans and in decriminalized areas like The Netherlands you see the degragading effects on society with homelessness and needles laying around the parks and on the streets. You also see this on the west coast and other places in America.

Then you have places like Singapore where the drug problem seems relatively controlled if you're willing to stomach it when it's your loved one who gets the long sentence or hanged if they happen to be caught drug smuggling. Seems like many of the ones who end up being executed are people from the west and from the perspective of the native of these countries the harsh penalties are not so difficult to bare, especially when the lawbreakers come to your country and add to the problem for residents to bare when the punishments are well known to those willing to risk it. No amount of money could possibly be worth dying over. A person might find these penalties to be distasteful or even amoral, admittedly while I do not fall into this camp I at least have sympathy towards that way of thinking.

Well these people might say that penalties and the payoff are rarely considered by the people who end up being caught, at least not before the crime is committed. They'd argue other reasons find them in this nightmarish situation of being caught and finding yourself facing a death sentence for doing something that in the west might not result in more jail time than a year with a good attorney. Or possibly none at all.

It almost seems too fantastical to imagine a livable place where people are allowed the freedom to decide whether to do or not do the drugs in a society where people practice a true form of freedom. Consequences for using such things would be the effects of the drugs themselves which can far outweigh any other considerations.

I just see a whole lot about how we need more housing, there isn't any housing available. Yet I look on the market and I'm still finding places for under 100,000 without plumbing or roof problems that just need updating, maybe some siding and lack central AC.

I get that ideal houses, and newer houses are ludicrously priced right now, but you could buy like 8 places in the hood for one "nice" place in the burbs right now.

I could be biased though, what are your thoughts?

"Finding My Voice"

I wake up every morning, but the world is still so loud.

I see their eyes are staring; I see their heads in clouds.

They whisper when they see me like I’m less than who I am.

But they don’t know the silence, and they don’t understand

I longed to hear the laughter, but it fades before it starts.

The voices that they mock me with, they tear apart my heart.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

I wish I could be spoken to; I wish they’d see my face and not the shadow of my sorrow or the emptiness at chase.

They smile, they laugh, they speak their truths, but they forget my soul.

Then I’m just like them inside, just trying to be whole.

I see them turn away from me; I feel the stare of scorn, but all I want is to be seen, to feel I’m not for

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

In the quiet of my world, I hear nothing but the lies of people who don’t understand the love that I can’t disguise.

I’m reaching for connection, but my hands are pushed away; all I wanted was for someone to stay.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

So I’ll keep on walking though my heart may break, and maybe one day they’ll see me for my soul's sake.

In my silence, I’ll rise… I’ll find my own way, and maybe then they’ll hear what I couldn’t say.

Oooohhhhh