As Albert Einstein
said: The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
Loose yourself in the wonders of nature.
Expand your sensuality to go beyond sex.
I find myself in a conundrum. I am cruel in criticism while brutally honest with myself. However, do I dare to be that honest with others….
Do I voice voice my feelings?
Do I keep quiet and hope for the best?
Do I turn my emotions off and go through the motions? That would certainly protect my heart.
If all I am is to keep everything into play, without sharing of myself and not having closeness, then why try?
Is life worth living being numb and closed off to pain as well as passion?
Would I be safe?
Is safety a fallacy?
Should the cast of characters be replaced?
Is this the beginning of another adventure?
Do I dare proceed, possibly being broken forever or elated beyond belief?
Fear grips my heart and I find myself unable to move.
I am angry and I wonder when it’s my turn.
Paralyzed and resentful, I sort through the puzzle of my life trying to piece together my dreams.
The days of delicious torture. Being aroused all day long makes me not only look forward to a moment, but ache for it.