#DearAbi Looking for Love
It’s been a while since I wrote to you. That will change (new year resolutions). A lot has happened since I last wrote you a letter but as they (whoever “they” are) say, the more things change the more they stay the same. The pursuit of happiness encompasses the happiness of the pursuit and we lose sight of what we are looking for in the first place. Love.
Love in an elusive being. A fragrance in the wind that blows into your face and as fast as it came disappears into the horizon. You become one of two people after this experience, those who wait for the next breeze hoping that it will carry the same spark to your senses or those who pack up and chase after the wind unaware of where this quest will take them. I am stuck between the latter and the former.
Waiting takes tremendous effort. And as you’re well aware, patience is not one of my virtues. You are constantly haunted by the memory of the good things you had and added to this is the fear that you might never get this feeling again.
Chasing after the wind, as you know, is an effort in futility. Unlike us, who are limited by our mortality and prejudices, the wind can go anywhere. Love finds its way to places you never thought you would go and sometimes to areas you’re not comfortable. To chase after the wind would require one to strip themselves of all judgement, discrimination and all manner of prejudices. This like waiting, takes tremendous effort.
So what is one left to do? The better option seems to let love find you yet still be on your toes in its pursuit. This balance act is what I am yet to master.Sigh*
Maybe you will write back and offer some ideas.