"There are worse things in life than never being someone's sweetie" Just listening to Morrissey and the above line of his got me thinking... certainly one can imagine worse fates in life than never being loved, but how far would you go? Would you choose to be paralyzed but loved dearly by someone you also love, or free to walk until old age got the better of you, but live a life alone? How important is being loved by another person to a human being? Is your life significantly less valuable if you don't have someone who loves you? I suppose we can treat two cases separately: Case 1: Being loved by family and friends, but never having an intimate and sexual relationship with someone, and never having the kind of openness one can only have with a lover. Case 2: Being completely alone, no one knows or cares about your existence. I think the first case most people can get by, but the second really does seem not worth living. Thoughts?