Temporary People, Temporary Feelings

I don’t know when it all changed. Maybe it was when swipe-rights became easier than conversations, or when stories on social media started lasting longer than the connections we built in real life. It’s strange — we’re all so desperate to feel something real, yet so terrified of staying when things actually get real.

These days, love feels like a trend. Something people wear like fashion — bold, bright, attention-grabbing — and then discard the moment the season shifts. One month it’s dinners and deep talks, the next month it’s “I need space” or “it’s not the same anymore.” You barely have time to understand what went wrong before they’re off chasing someone else, smiling in stories that you don’t belong in anymore.

It’s not just about relationships. Friendships too — once deep, lasting, soul-bearing — now feel like scheduled transactions. “Let’s catch up soon” has become the most polite way to say “I probably won’t.” We ghost without guilt and move on like nothing happened. Because that’s what everyone does now, right? One new thrill after another. One notification away from someone better.

But the irony? We all crave loyalty. We all crave that one person who won’t leave when things get a little boring. Yet we rarely stay long enough for things to become meaningful. We get high on first texts, late-night calls, the excitement of the unknown. And when comfort replaces the chaos, we call it dull — not realizing that real love is found in the calm, not the storm.

Maybe that’s the curse of our generation — we romanticize intensity, not consistency. We’re addicted to beginnings but allergic to effort. And in that search for constant thrill, we lose the very thing we claim to want the most — something that lasts.

I sometimes wonder if we’ll ever grow out of this phase. If we’ll ever value depth over drama, loyalty over lust, the quiet presence over the loud chase. Until then, we’ll keep meeting people who feel like home for a while — until they don’t. And then we’ll start all over again, with someone new, hoping they’ll be different, while repeating the same story.

Temporary people. Temporary feelings. A generation that fears being left, but leaves first.