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2000 HEARTBEATS
what good is a head full of memories
if nobody has the time to share them?
yes, it takes time to get to know somebody... and in this work-all-day-world where the point seems to be hustling for survival and once survival seems secure, to accumulate things... who has time to truly explore the whole of another?... the whole life experience that makes us all we are or can be at this moment is locked away inside... waiting... dying... and often forgotten... is it any wonder that true happiness seems to elude so many in this world?...
trust
who dares... it takes time to be sure, who has time?... who confronts the questions even?... how many of your own secrets have you forgotten?
how could two people or anyone expect to truly understand each other without knowing the details of each others history?... it would be like trying to build a structure atop two towers without knowing anything about the structure of one of the towers that is supposed to support this new structure - a shared life... it would be like trying to walk without legs, or at least without knowing what your legs ae doing... so many living and sharing blind, leading the blind...
love
who dares... it's so easy to wish others well, yet some don't even do that... and some just settle for that and ignore the true living love that can be shared...
so many so afraid to touch each other... so afraid to feel their own feelings, no less share with another, no less attempt to sensitize and share enough to feel what another feels... so rules have been created to insure people don't feel too inadequate... justify the fears and the walls and the waste of time that is living without loving... it's like sitting at a piano and only tapping on one key... or like being in a garden with thousands of flowers and only sniffing one... or perhaps, more precisely, like being given the keys to a paradise and hiding those keys somewhere for so long that the keys, the hiding place, and the paradise itself is not meerly forgotten, but denied when glimpses of reminders appear...
it takes time... it takes trust... but even more than anything else, it takes wanting to live enough to overcome fears... to choose love over fear, to choose to care openly and share honestly in every decision in your life... who dares...
who does
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