Love is this path that demands to be walked. It’s a story
that demands to be written. Every time you try to leave it, it follows you home
and knocks on your door til you open. It smiles and comes in without letting
you say a word, sits on your couch and starts telling you its problems, as if
you didn’t have anything important to solve, like what to do with your life and
how to do something without getting
nudged every day by an incessant tick constantly reminding you of some promise
you apparently made before you were born. Which stream of thoughts do I follow
to get to the bottom of this? I tried thousands, and all lead to the same
answer: I don’t know. Do I keep
digging to find out if there’s any meaning to it or do I finally throw my
shovel and yell “Abort mission!”? Who
in their right mind would do either of those things? And who in their right
mind would just sit and do nothing?! That’s what I mean by Stuck. I just want to swing,
God damn it! What don’t you get?
"Reason becomes unreason when separated from the heart." - C. G. Jung
