Quantity vs Quality
Being overindulged really does spoil things. I for one, LOVE to savor the things I LOVE. Unfortunately, when I get too much I've seen savoriness turn sour. I think it's human nature really. Do we really have the ability in it of ourselves appreciate something so accessible?
Words by Robert Herrick says it best when he said:
LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.
YOU say, to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Slowly goes far: the mean is best: desire,
Grown violent, does either die or tire.
Raging passion, burning desire are all good and wonderful but if they die off as quickly as they came, I'd rather have a little bit of love for as long as possible. The hollowness and the aching of the aftermath of passion and desire is just too much to bear for a fragile soul like me. I'd rather have piece-meal type love to avoid that indescribably, soul-searing pain of having nothing in the end.
Are these the consequences of baggage? I don't think this is the way I though some years back. All I know is that the memories of having had my soul almost ripped apart have left a decent amount of fear in me Is this fear unreasonable? Will it keep me from the happienss I could have? I'm trying so hard... I really am and it just doesn't seem to be working. My attempts at healing are slow and in the process I'm being hurt.
Words by Robert Herrick says it best when he said:
LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.
YOU say, to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Slowly goes far: the mean is best: desire,
Grown violent, does either die or tire.
Raging passion, burning desire are all good and wonderful but if they die off as quickly as they came, I'd rather have a little bit of love for as long as possible. The hollowness and the aching of the aftermath of passion and desire is just too much to bear for a fragile soul like me. I'd rather have piece-meal type love to avoid that indescribably, soul-searing pain of having nothing in the end.
Are these the consequences of baggage? I don't think this is the way I though some years back. All I know is that the memories of having had my soul almost ripped apart have left a decent amount of fear in me Is this fear unreasonable? Will it keep me from the happienss I could have? I'm trying so hard... I really am and it just doesn't seem to be working. My attempts at healing are slow and in the process I'm being hurt.