Beauty, Beautiful

I should be preparing for my meeting at work right now, but I wanted to take a moment and capture the way I am feeling right now.

I have this...thing. Love. I am wondering why we, as humans, have a tendency to want to possess those we love. I know it's not just me, but I can't help but question it. Is it a valid desire to want to own those we love? Because I can see the beauty in just appreciating what's there without getting my hands all in there mucking things up.

I am standing outside of love, appreciating what I see through the glass, but not sure if I am worthy or even desirous of entering and locking the door.

And, at the same time, all around me exists in this perpetual state of ecstatic (e)motion. Does stepping in involve severing my ties to all of that? And if I can be in love while retaining love for all the rest that surrounds me, why must I require that severance from someone else? Why must it make me feel unsure when the other does not wish to or is incapable of severance?

This is not a sad or morose feeling. Instead, I am filled with a hopeful understanding. All is far more simple and far more complex than I am giving credit. And, truly, all of it is beautiful. All of it. Every. Last. Bit.

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