I hear you cry out that life on Earth is unbelievable. That it is absurd. It is ridiculous. It is unexpected. It is rote. It stays the same. It never stays the same. It always surprises you unless you happen to be feeling ho-hum about life.
Beloved, sometimes you may feel you are in a chamber of some kind where you cannot quite hear or see or be heard. There is not even an echo. You may not actually exist for all you know. What does it mean not to exist?
You have a tendency to crave proof of love. You tend to see that yesterday you were loved by the one you love, and today you perceive that the love given you is less. It is not demonstrated as well. You long for the sweet words of yesterday. You feel that you must have it. Your longing for love may be insatiable.
Life is long stretches and short spans. Life is remembering and forgetting. There isn’t anything that life is not. It is hilarious, and it is, also, from your timid point of view, horrific. It is a mixed bag, but is it really?
When something is on your mind, it also weighs on your heart. It takes its toll on your heart. The heart desires peace. The mind likes a spin in a roadster at fast speed whereas the heart likes to ease in and not be hurried or hassled.
There is an advantage in being innocent. There is advantage in finding out rather than being positive that you already know all the ins and outs of life, that you are sure you have life figured out and have the ability to evaluate it.