What do you do with sunshine

I used to love that old song:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when skies are gray...

When it comes to rallying for life, I am at the front of the picket line waving the flag of independence and self-reliance. At some point, I figured you can have the best of both worlds, so relying and depending on people has gotten harder the older we get, but when you learn you can harbor such trust in someone else (friend, family, personal relationships overall) you start to use it.

So what happens when you realize that you're life isn't everything you thought it would be? For instance, with the economy in the crapper, I run into more and more people who are extremely unhappy with their job. And considering you spend like 80% of your day working, it's probably one of those places you prefer to be coming up roses. On the other hand, maybe you entered into a line of work that you much later realize isn't what you want to do forever.

If you're in this boat, keep reading...

While we wait with breath bated and fingers crossed, it's becoming ever-so important to rely on the other things that make you happy. Primarily, the people in your life. In even the darkest of days, you need to be able to rely on that one special person. The one person you can go to and just...exhale. Frenchie from Grease said, "the only man a girl can really depend on is her daddy." And while I agree with this comment 100%, my dad isn't much of a chit chatter. So I have my brigade, and at the front of the line a leader full of sunshine.

Is that sunshine an actuality? Or is it a flame in the allegorical Cave?

I come to this question on a relatively frequent basis, and fear I may be putting more effort into it than necessary. Is it really this difficult to make yourself your best possible self without reliance on others? Are the people who have freely chosen to be in your life actually a product of choice as we commonly know it, or necessity, and can these two ideas live independently from each other?

I have no answer to this, except that I can't shake that everything is subjective, and nothing is real.

Now THAT is depressing.