Kevin liked to flirt.
His life was empty, his heart was broken, his soul was in pain, so he flirted with Buddhism, but it was too hard.
He flirted with poetry, but was not inspired.
He flirted with therapy, but was not impressed.
He flirted with meditation, but was not calmed.
He flirted with drugs, but was almost destroyed.
He flirted with alcohol, but lost his license.
He flirted with support groups, but was embarrassed by them.
He flirted with establishing new friendships, but felt hollow.
He flirted with leaning on old friends, but was embarrassed by how little he brought to the table.
He flirted with self-help books, seminars, disciplines, and programs, but found there was no self to help.
He flirted with being alone, but couldn't stand the company.
So he disappeared. It wasn't hard.
Because he was never there.
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