The Need To Be Useful, To Be Needed

Does it make any sense to distinguish the needs of men from the needs of women?

I suspect, instead, that different types of personality have different needs, and that these types are distributed between men and women alike.

As I keep this in mind, I can only express my need to be useful, to be necessary. Perhaps not every man feels the need; perhaps many women do. I have no idea.

I do know this: decades have taught me that efforts to be useful are, in isolation, useless. What is the use of a man's love to a woman with no need for love? What is the use of a man's loyalty, constancy, and memory to a woman who wants only to walk away and to never look back?

What is the point of writing without readers? One might as well toss bottles into the sea.

These are questions posed to the wind at night, but the wind moves on, the stars fade. Questions useless, unnecessary, because I already have my answers.

We love because we must. We remain loyal because we must. We treasure memories because we must. We toss bottles into the sea because isolation is the curse of a lifetime, and because we must live as if our curses were a lie.