Allowing yourself to embrace the feeling, go deeper into the experience, is difficult. Doing so requires vulnerability, strength, faith, and trust…and since a girl named Tink is writing this story - perhaps some magic and pixie dust. See staying in love is like standing on a cliff. The world as you know it is shifting around you, crumbling, changing. But as you stare down into the abyss you see a glimmer of a far better world waiting below. And you know, you feel, you sense, that if you were to leap off that cliff - away from everything you thought you knew that was fluctuating, unstable around you - well, you are certain you will safely land not only unharmed, but better for having made the leap. Here’s where it gets tricker. We, as humans, innately fear the unknown. Even when we feel - without a shadow of a doubt - that what we don’t know will be better than what we have, we hesitate. The cliche has it so wrong. It’s not that we want to keep the devil we know, it’s that we don’t trust that the promised land awaits. In this world where so many feel isolated, disconnected, invalidated, unworthy, unseen, can we really trust that another soul will view us as desirable as we view them? Despite the intense emotion evoked from the fall into love, one might not have faith in its ability to be real. In that moment when we get hit by love, smacked in the plexus of our very beings, standing on the edge of the cliff, what do we do? Will we trust ourselves to free fall into an existence much brighter and more beautiful than we have ever known? Or do we cling to the topsy turvy remnants of the world we knew, and abandon the pursuit of something more magical than what we have? Because true love, deep everlasting, intimately knowing, totally open and vulnerable to another, being in a space in which someone else may know you and your innermost heart, that’s just a fairy tale right? Decisions Decisions Jump into something frighteningly beautiful? Cling to the momentary experience but go no deeper? Gentle readers, I know many get to that point and clutch tightly to the last root of the world they know. Afraid to fall, eventually their heart closes, petrifies to deadwood, impervious to the possibility that true love actually exists. Eyes clouded over by fear, they no longer see clearly the world they could have had. And like the survivors of a dystopian society, they try to cobble together the remainder of their world into some semblance of order again. But it is never the same. And they might feel that something is missing. As for me… I would jump - fear be damned - and let the magic of love guide my descent. (Realistically, I could expect a few bumps and bruises should the winds shift as I plunged. But what wildly wonderful adventure doesn’t have a few rocky roads to traverse on the way to the most incredible treasure of all?) Be brave dear hearts. Leap. Have something to say? Feel free to comment below. Want to support Tink's writings? Click the Cashapp link here to become a patron of her work!
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Catherine
5/29/2023 06:07:21 pm
Ah - a beautiful post on my favorite subject!
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AuthorTink, world traveler, positivity muse, and adult entertainer, has also freelance written for a number of companies as their ghostwriter. Now talking directly to YOU on this platform, she is also writing two books at her community's request. Archives
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