I became obsessed with the concept of Amor Fati when I was 25. I thought I had just met a great guy, and that maybe for once things were going to go the way I had hoped they would. While the idea of marriage, child birth, long term commitment all scare the hell out of me... I still find myself craving a life partner. Someone that I can enjoy the beauty of the world with. Something I think we all want to some varying degree.
I can't really pinpoint where it started to fall apart, but I have a general timeline over the last two years. Reflecting on this past year, I've recognized that it's probably been one of the most challenging, boring years I've ever experienced in my 30 years of living. Honestly though, this last year I don't think qualifies for "living" but more like "just making it through another exactly same day."