It’s funny how even the idea of love can strike us. One moment the feelings we have lie still. Dormant. The next, they’ve catapulted to the surface to wreak havoc and cause tidal waves of emotions. It’s good for the soul, though. We all need that storm to move things around, remind us that we’re alive – that there’s more to our human experience than the societal constraints by which we’re bound.
The feeling of love is crushing. It’s wild. It’s impossible to contain. It’s something that appears out of nowhere, unexpectedly, and it warps your reality. Nothing else matters: your job, your stresses, food, water. Nothing compares to this feeling. We do anything to keep it, but it’s fleeting. As quickly as it appears, it can be lost. Slipped through our fingers, disappearing from sight. It’s elusive. So elusive that it can drive us mad.
But it can also be the spark that leads to more life – deeper life. That strike can turn into withstanding love, it can turn into family and children. It’s that fleeting strike that can catch fire and light your whole world afire. And the next thing you know, you’re whole.
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