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But see, this is wherein the trouble lies. I start doubting my ability to have a healthy sense of protection against evil, and then I let my guard down. I am constructing my card castle with too much ease and with too much concern. I focus too much on the steadiness of my hands, that I lose track of where they are and the whole thing topples over. Just that touch. Delicate touch.
I've been telling a certain someone recently that I am feeling relentless. I think more accurately, it is my heart that is relentless. My mind keeps telling it to stop, to cease, to beat but not flutter, yet it is relentless. It is stubborn. It is happily stubborn.
I don't know how to discern my feelings anymore. But did I really ever? Is anyone fully sure of their feelings at all times? Isn't life just a big question of how we feel, and testing waters to see if it's real? And experiencing scenarios that either solidify our initial guesses or elicit new ones?
Ah, but love and the adventure of it is always thrilling. It never really gets old. Even when you tell yourself that you are over the phase, it lingers, deep. If anything is abysmal, it is love.
I've been telling a certain someone recently that I am feeling relentless. I think more accurately, it is my heart that is relentless. My mind keeps telling it to stop, to cease, to beat but not flutter, yet it is relentless. It is stubborn. It is happily stubborn.
I don't know how to discern my feelings anymore. But did I really ever? Is anyone fully sure of their feelings at all times? Isn't life just a big question of how we feel, and testing waters to see if it's real? And experiencing scenarios that either solidify our initial guesses or elicit new ones?
Ah, but love and the adventure of it is always thrilling. It never really gets old. Even when you tell yourself that you are over the phase, it lingers, deep. If anything is abysmal, it is love.