A few days ago, I was talking with someone about why they would start a project, a process, something that they really wanted, only to stop right at the finishing point. They asked me why do they suddenly lose all interest the minute they discover they are almost done? I have asked (many times) why do I feel the need to always be told I am liked and that I am special from my friends instead of accepting their friendship as they give me? Is there something in our past that has molded us to be like this? Does there …
