A Spark of Insight

I was talking with my friends over dinner about relationships. One of them was sharing about how things took a wrong turn for him, but the way he put it, he had a lot to be thankful for.

This was where I realised what I had become - a jaded, cynical old man, cursing myself and the world.
Time and again, when someone piques my interest, old wounds rip open and the pain becomes so real, and I ask myself: 'Is it ever worth it?' I spit on the ground in contempt and settle down on my hard wooden bench, keeping to myself.
Not too long ago, being single was a curse to me. Today, I look back at my old self and chuckle cynically. 'Damn, I was such an idiot. Never again!'

How long will the walls I built stay? Perhaps there may be cracks. I don't know. Is it ever worth it? I have no idea either. After drinking wine mixed with gall for so long, it starts tasting good.
Cake, anyone?