Thursday, January 1, 2009
inevitably comes
Real intimacy is genuine separation from the one you love when the need to be alone inevitably comes. To be intimate is to appreciate the individual endeavors of the ones we care for and be there when necessary; when the road becomes arduous and almost impossible to travel on. Like a real good friend, intimacy is never having to make excuses for yourself for loving the one you love. Most of us will never have that time in our lives where we can honestly say with a straight and pure spirit that we are with someone who makes us feel good about our lives. Yet we search for this intimacy, this connection of spirit. We may have already had it and made it fail by playing around with varying roles instead of playing the one role that is required before we can play any other, the one of us as individual people occupying a place in time. Once we know what it is that brings us the most joy, then and only then will we be in a position to take on the intimate role. Once we play that one, things really don't have to change but they always do; giving up any chance of the intimacy we all so desperately desire-the separation. LLc 98.2
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