it was the best of times; it was the worst of times

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It seemed to me as time went on, I never did out run my past. The good things in life happened, but never without forgetting the bad. Everything was falling in place. I was finding myself in this world, exploring my capabilities and pushing my limits. Yet, though I spent this time bettering myself, I was lonely. I felt as though all these strides I made had no value if I had no one to share it with.