Walk In Love.
To hurt or be hurt, that is the Question. What is this journey called “dating” and where does it end. We are all searching for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, if the rainbow was actually a fire lit path. Stepping over burning coal after burning coal. We inevitably feel pain. The moments of bliss are so glorious, and you think “this is it, this feeling could never end.” But, sometimes it does. What is worse, I ponder, being the hurt or the hurter? I’ve been both, and I say it’s a tie. Both equally leading to feelings of emptiness, inadequacy, and pain. Weighing pros and cons and voting on personality traits you deem acceptable or not. Figuring out if your baggage fits with their baggage. It’s treacherous. What are the chances that two people in this world of billions of humans will actually find each other? Not only find each other, but find each other at the exact moment when they are both single, available, and open to the experience. With life’s ebbs and flo...