In the process of living out the years of our lives, there comes a time when we realize that, somehow, we've gotten lost along the way. We've lost our own sense of purpose and direction. No matter how hard we search for the source of discomfort, we can find nothing wrong. We are chasing a ghost who will not reveal itself. I try to do more, go to new places, buy something different, and perhaps for a while I feel better, but that shadow of discontent returns, stronger than ever and I begin to wonder if something is seriously wrong with me. I have decided to take a new direction and leave everything that has not served me well anymore. I want love. Love has a the power I think to take you on a journey from separation to Oneness. I realize that intimate relationships are opportunity to grow. It forces you to open where you were closed, to feel where you were numb, to reach out where you would retreat. It force you to come face-to-face with every emotional limitation you possess. Relationship make you look at yourself, they reveal all the part of you that are not loving. I am not afraid of that, infact I encourage this changlles. Have you ever sat with someone you loved late at night, sharing your thoughts, you hopes and your secret feeling? I used to do that everytime I made love with my ex. At first you're just talking, but at some point, enough doors have opened, enough connection has been made, and something greater happens in the space that occupy me and my love. There is a connectedness as strong as anything you're ever felt is. The boundaries have melted, and the usual protection you have are dissolving, leaving you uncomfortable in your vulnerability. You are being seen without your masks, your innermost emotions are being witnessed by someone else. I miss that...I miss that connection. I start looking for that and I found that most people might say the want a relationship.but they are not emotionally ready and I am not talking about Maria...here..just people in general. I had this connection with Maria
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