There's no road map, and maybe it's best that way.
We don't choose who we fall in love with, but we
still have the option of choosing whom we love.
The heart wants what it wants, but the brain is
the organ that controls what we do with that
visceral urging. Character is made by our choices.
A desire is not a dictate...we can choose to be as
happy or as miserable as we wish. People have
been living lush, glorious lives--long after a heart
breaks--for centuries. We have what it takes to survive.
We are the architects of our own demises, over
and over again.
We build walls to keep others at bay; we find ways to
feel superior and thus buffer ourselves, we create
barriers with silence and refusals to share, we build
constructs and emit energies that make us seem
unapproachable.
We like control and managing over integrating and
allowing.
We prefer being in charge to giving others their chance.
We maintain self-sufficiency, when another may need
to feel useful and be helpful.
We like the appearance of being well off and having it
together, but we exclude ourselves from open healing
by keeping our wounds covered.
We sabotage and push away and miss opportunities.
We wait for others to act. We hold on to past hurts.
We keep quiet rather than risk showing emotion.
We guard ourselves instead of jumping headlong.
And then we feel lonely and curse the fates.
We have a hand in how the world develops.
"If you want more love, ask for it."
We are only as lonely as we choose to be.
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