And now…some Poetry. Sorta.
Part of the nature of being human is that that attracts those who have been pushed down and had their lunch money taken by love is that you realize how much of a bully love is.
Love knows you need it.
Love knows that despite your superhuman feats in your career, you are predisposed to love another person, whether family or stranger.
At the very moment you believe yourself incapable of taking another step down the road that leads to love, you see something that inspires you.
You hear THAT song
You smell THAT cologne
You see THAT movie
You go to THAT restaurant
The Nostalgia rolls through like the Tide
You want that feeling again…and no memory of the pain you used to feel will overcome those instantaneous moments where it all just clicked.
You say to yourself, no.
I’m tired of losing.
I’m tired of being used and abused
I don’t NEED love to be happy.
Maybe you don’t.
But you want it…you know you do.
Because THAT feeling is singular.
You can’t fake it.
You can’t simulate it in an avalanche of sex and debauchery.
You can’t bury it under your work.
That desire will never go away.
It is what it is.
You are who you are.
Stop fighting it. It’s as natural as breathing
Just be patient and don’t try to get love to be what it isn’t or do what it can’t.