The moment I walked into my positive psychology class my junior year in college, I was so ready to dismiss it. The cynic in me thought – “Pfft! Come on! As if! To teach someone how to be happy is an equivalent to trying to make Mara Rooney smile in pictures – absolutely pointless.” You either are or aren’t and that totally depends on your brain’s chemistry and the circumstances you’re in. But, was I wrong?

  To the mothers in our lives: You gave us life, love and nurture. You are a parent and a friend. You are the backbone and the neck that turns our heads into right directions. You are the multitasker. You are unconditional love. You are the confidante. You are a compass and the lodestar that guides us out of the darkness. You are all of that and more. You are EVERYTHING. Without you, the life wouldn’t have the same quality and meaning as it does.

  Are you romantic to the point that it’s hopeless? If yes - you are in the right place when it comes to the matters of heart, but are probably finding it hard to find your place somewhere in the real world. Expectations and reality don’t stand next to each in a dictionary and sadly enough - they are strangers when it comes to our love life as well. Being a hopeless romantic, you are somewhat of a romantic renegade.

  A few summers ago, during one of the nights out with a bunch of my very close friends, I’ve met a man in his thirties. To be honest, I don’t go out expecting anything. I think that it’s extremely rare that someone meets his or her soulmate at a nightclub. What I do look for are those a bit tipsy individuals with interesting stories to tell. People are such an inspiration and what you’ll find sometimes is that some of them are there just because they needed someone to talk to. Now, back to the man in his thirties. I forgot his name, as I usually do within five minutes of meeting someone, but I’ll never forget what he told me and what kind of impact his story had on me. I am not exactly sure how the conversation steered towards his romantic life, but we eventually got there and he revealed that he’s in his thirties already, has never had a girlfriend or experienced real love, has never really been intimate with a woman and it’s all thanks to the restaurant business he runs. I was equal amount surprised and sad. I thought – no, it can’t be! Therefore I’ve been thinking – is there such a thing as being too busy for love? Here’s what some of my wonderful and very busy friends had to say about it…