I am so lucky to have a magnificent, destined boyfriend who makes me feel like a Goddess with sun tickled skin, eternally twirling in a magical meadow of whirlwind joy.
I have spent the last 2 hours on Google earth. Looking for the hidden, barren, beautiful, eerie. Back lanes, fields, metropolis, ocean. I simply drop the man and wait in anticipation. Is fun.
Dreams, memories, the sacred – they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous.
Yukio Mishima, 'Spring Snow'
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@xp_ubiq Well said. What do you think about when people say “you cannot love another until you love yourself”. I somewhat question this notion. I believe love that is difficult to grant yourself can be actualised in its giving to a deserving other.
Why does it seem only a tiny fraction of people believe in love. It appears to be viewed by most as some game to be played, a competitive industry fuelled by a tragic premonition which ultimately manifests in toxic negativity. Idealism towards gods gift of love is imperative!
@punished_o What is worth having is rarely an effortless endeavour. Beauty is forged through bold confrontations with our deepest fears. I do agree with you though