Am I just idealizing love or is it less complicated sometimes I wish I’d succumb to my animalistic nature but I think we’re so much more than bodies with instinctual biological prerogatives how much of this soul can I keep justifying my desire for more because we are all going to die some day it can go either way using death as a reason to not settle or the opposite because our days are numbered we shouldn’t delay or over complicate something like love; if God is love ultimately it’s something that’s outside of my control and sometimes I doubt if it’s even real but it has to be, it has to be real cause humanity can’t make up anything that doesn’t already exist at some capacity. Maybe he’s real, maybe I’ll meet him someday, and I’ll believe again.
I should stop using love and God, and someone I haven’t even met yet interchangeably; but it seems to logically define my belief, hope, and sense of faith. Everything has a definitive beginning and conclusion, stories, songs, and maybe our lives aren’t an exception to this universal rule of mortality.
Summer’s ending and fall is approaching, and just like the seasons, like proverbs say do not awaken love before its time; and I wonder if I choose or love chooses for me? Can one ever truly be ready?
Perhaps, that will be the greatest lesson, beyond the time, space, and existential logistics. Love tends to defy logic and reason at times. I’ve always wondered if the people you meet in your dreams are people you have yet to encounter, if that is the case; I hope I get to meet you sooner than later.
