I consider myself so very fortunate to have not wasted any of my energy on such meaningless pursuits where the only reward for putting yourself out there is psychological and emotional torture.
Chickenshit.
What the fuck are you afraid of? Getting your heart broken?
So the fuck what?
A broken heart is your only proof of purchase- the only evidence that you actually CARED and invested yourself in anything.
A woman ( or a man ) wants to know that you want THEM, strongly enough to inspire passion and personal risk.
And don't you want to know the same about whoever might be caressing you? Whoever might be sitting beside you drinking coffee on an early summer morning?
People afraid of being hurt go to their graves unblemished, and unloved, never having lived. Never having made any difference to anyone or anything.
A broken heart won't kill you.
And after you have had your heart shattered, you pick up the pieces, glue them back together, and offer it to the next person with whom you are smitten… knowing full well that its going to be broken again.
Because that is what you signed up for when you took your first breath. A life that WILL end.
Everything you ever hold dear will be stripped form you- either thru misfortune or mistake along the way, or when you, or they, die and everything that remains is stripped away.
So being alive means you WILL lose everything. That's is guaranteed.
Is that a reason to cherish nothing at all? To not allow yourself to be invested in life?
Or is that a reason to cherish everything all the more… Because you know it to be temporary, fleeting, impermanent.
I say the only life worth living is the one you embrace wholeheartedly- knowing that you are signing on for loss and for pain.
Grab what you can while you can, and treasure it, because you will have an eternity of nothingness where there is nothing to cherish.
I spread my arms to each new lover and say- go ahead… shatter me if you must but make it FEEL like it mattered to me, because it does.