A Cold Bitter Season

I note more and more the hardening of my friends' hearts. Endeavors of money, power, and glory steel their emotions into a cold, unyielding mass. I begin to wonder if there is something wrong with me. Contemplating why my heart doesn't grow cold. Why am I not jaded against humanity? I have reason to be. Fate and life have gotten me down. I have had a terrible run of bad luck. I tried to be bitter and cold. Although I seemed like it on the outside, my true feelings were far from those things. An iron heart would help so much...but I am destined to keep the flesh one for what seems like forever.