I don’t think, that by asking more questions, we are making it any less powerful than it is supposed to be.
I think this journey, which gives me tears every single time we start out on it, is beautiful.
I think its worth it.
Everything is worth it in this way, in this exquisitely gripping embrace of longing.
Because everything I seem to want, is concentrated in this one place. But every time I decide to grab it with both hands, I want to broaden my horizons and maybe that holds me back. That holds us back. But I can’t be the only one to blame! I can’t play the blame game alone.
I can ask questions, they don’t break my momentum.
Sometimes I am walking on a line, but when I think about it, every woman does!
The tragedy is that I don’t want to fall, one way or the other. But I might have to, some day.
Its true what they say; your career will never wake up and say, ‘I don’t love you anymore’. But, I mused today, nor is it going to hug you and whisper ‘I love you’ into your ear.
But that isn’t even the question right now. The question is: why do feelings bubble in this manner?
Sometimes its too hard to take, this emotional influx. And I am not even a teenager anymore.
I have crossed the line into full accountability. A place where things I have learnt stick to my head like strong lessons and yet I want to dare the wind to take me higher.
Its like a never-ending ride and I like it this way.