I don't feel like I have too much on my plate. But then again, I'm not sure I've figured out what my plate can hold. I have a nasty habit of testing the weight-bearing warnings.
Falling to pieces is a painful experience. The "opportunity" of the moment is the last thing we feel like hearing. Let me suffer. The meandering lazy river of sorrows is damn right intoxicating. Who doesn't love feeling hopeless from time-to-time?
But as Maria Popova vividly shares, "every once in a while, you stumble upon something so lovely, so unpretentiously beautiful and quietly profound, that you feel like the lungs of your soul have been pumped with a mighty gasp of Alpine air."
How does love present itself in your life? What would improve if you let yourself love more?
My girlfriend is my partner in crime. She loves me like no other. I found the courage to write because I feel unconditional love. It's about having faith in the purpose of a loved one's life. Everyone should know what it feels like to experience failure with open arms to catch us.