I want to fall in love with feeling again.
Every time I feel anything I should take a second to be grateful anyhow.
The fact that I can feel anything at all after everything that’s happened, well, that is the beauty of life.
That is the resilience of the body.
The excitement, the pain, the agitation and anger, all of it exists with the purpose of reminding us who we are.
Pinching us into being more than we are at this moment. Telling us there’s something we need to do or say or create.
There is nothing more positive and more beautiful than negative emotion because without it, we would have absolutely no idea which way to turn or what to do next.
We would be absolutely fine with mediocrity and monotony.
Yet, because we’re human, we despise the mundane and cherish the ordinary.
We want mediocre and monotonous yet we fight with it every chance we get.
“I knew this would happen!” we spout.
Knowing good and well it happened for a reason and not just because God wants to spank us.
What does God look like giving humans spankings?
Do you really think he has the time?
And if he did, is that what you think he would want to do?
Or would he want to sit?
Drink wine with you?
Ask you how you’re liking his creation…
He knows you won’t be absolutely satisfied but your feedback will feed future generations all the ingredients you were missing.
More confidence, more love, less doubt and debauchery.
Less treachery in the home and in the streets, more love in the grocery store and at the bank.
He feels sad to hear all the chaos that has ensued in your life just because of the way he made you.
He loves you and he wants to see you happy.
Why won’t you just be happy for him?
Do you hate him?
Do you hate your life?
How would your mother feel knowing you wish you could take back all her hard work to get you here?
Would you want her to slap you into another time zone then?
Send you over to lands of true depravation.
Those where laws don’t exist and love is the only thing that will see you out of the “safe hold.”
If you had to marry for safety, I bet you’d be monogamous too.
Hiding under the only warm flesh that feels like home and come on let’s be real, you know it’s not your own, but DAMN does it feel good.
For someone to love you like only you wish you could…
