Tinder makes it obvious that I'm not alone in being single and

“Tinder makes it obvious that I’m not alone in being single and that there are plenty of single parents looking for a partner. A date not having the potential I’d hoped for is no longer a tragedy, and suddenly dating is fun again. I no longer feel pressured. I trust that someone, eventually, will like me for me.” Thus spoke Stephanie Land, a writer of honesty and resilience, whose words illuminate the quiet strength of those who walk the long road of love after hardship. Beneath her simple confession lies a deep and enduring truth: that hope, when freed from fear, becomes joy; and that love, when sought without desperation, becomes sacred again.

In the way of the ancients, let us see her words not as the musings of modern romance, but as a parable about faith, patience, and self-worth. For what she speaks of is no mere dating app — it is the awakening of the heart to its own sufficiency. Stephanie Land, who endured poverty, single motherhood, and the loneliness of rebuilding a life, found in this simple act of reaching outward a reflection of something timeless: the realization that we are never truly alone in our longing. To see others who share one’s path — even through the glowing screen of a digital age — is to be reminded of the vastness of the human story. The soul takes comfort in knowing that its ache is not solitary, but shared across countless hearts.

In her words, we hear the ancient echo of what Epictetus once taught: “It is not things themselves that disturb us, but our judgments about them.” Once, a failed meeting might have felt like a wound — proof of rejection, of unworthiness. But through wisdom, Land came to see each encounter not as tragedy but as experience. The bitterness of disappointment fades when the soul no longer confuses it with failure. When one realizes that love is not a race but a rhythm, every date, every meeting, becomes a step in the great dance of becoming. Thus, she speaks not only of modern dating but of an eternal lesson: that the heart at peace with itself cannot be broken by what passes.

There is beauty, too, in her newfound trust — that quiet, unforced belief that “someone, eventually, will like me for me.” This is not the naive hope of youth, but the tempered faith of one who has faced despair and chosen still to open her hands to life. It is the same spirit that animated the widowed Penelope, who waited twenty years for Odysseus not in idle yearning, but in steadfastness of heart. She did no