My recent bar experience, weirdly, has been ending up engaging in conversations with young girls on relationships and everything related. At first, I thought it might be the season. Summer is a passionate time and it feels right to go out and do stuff with your loved one in those beautiful summer nights. Even Shakespeare knew the magic of this time of a year, a dream in a night of mid-summer, how romantic (the content of the play is irrelevant). Then I thought, really? It seems that there are reasons to desire being with someone in every season. Spring is the time to start a new love, a moment full of hope and vitality; autumn is the time to take a stroll with your close soul-mate, to cherish the season of gaining and receiving after hard works; and winter, the deep and quiet winter, when we celebrate Christmas and welcome a new year, is probably the months that one would feel the strongest to have someone dear around. When I thought of the above, there came a mild melancholy. As much as I have no interest in working on relationships, I can still hear the occasional faraway call from the deepest corner within my gene, urging me to find one of my same kind. This is my inner battle, I often go against my nature’s call as I don’t see anything after the initial spark if there would be any. As a civilised person, I want to be happy and feel the joy of being with someone; but as a mammal, my body and my gene focus on constantly finding the best partner to reproduce, and that is, I suppose, the type of joy for them. And believe me or not, take a look on big data, our body and gene always win, because civilisation is educated, while nature is born with. So, here is the problem. If we listen to our nature, for the 4 seasons in a year, no relationship can last after summer’s gone. From autumn on, we are supposed to bear fruits and then regenerate energy for another cycle. If we listen to our civilised mind, we will have 2 wonderful seasons for the best and then struggle for the rest. Either way, it doesn’t seem to me that establishing a joyful and steady one-on-one relationship is a feasible option. I wonder how strong a belief in the existence of such a relationship can push human beings to throw ourselves in doing so over and over again. That said, I still admire those who do have the faith. Maybe to some extent I do too, I am, as well, hoping there could be successful cases, and I will give them my genuine blessings.