Have you felt a moment, you believed to be the most beautiful moment of your life. I have. After you believe all worldly values are beyond reach, that you are at last lost(sometimes read free), then you come across that last unmistakable pull of human-contact, as if reaching out to you. "Hide Hide"! "Quick Hide"! Hide from what lord? I thought we were already lost, beyond any hope of being found. You know what the most precious portion of an object is? That last bit, which you taste knowing that it is about to be gone. This miraculous hand reaching out to you, so far away from home, defying belief and rationality, you treasure it, giving in to hope, because the thought of losing touch again seems inconceivably terrible. It is like a hug from mum after your first failure. Ah, failure, my old friend, we meet again. You know what seals a great proof. When the author shows he/she has overcome a late threat to his/her proof. When they have gone beyond where they have successfully been before? When, all previous intuitions start looking ridiculous, when your greatest strength courage has deserted you. To snatch, for once snatch victory from the realms of sure defeat. That is what they call genius. When one looks to beat you hopelessness, and above all you failure. One needs to fight you at least once in defeat. That is the way of life, I understand. We are all fools, we mistake our strength for courage.
Thank you. We had a conversation. I asked if you could accept that I would love something more than you. You said no. That was it. A brief conversation, but nonetheless someone reaching back to me when I asked. Thank you, you were frank. In my cynicism I had lost belief that frankness still exists. I have rational hopes now. I must talk to you. When you are unaware, and something has crept up on you, hits you suddenly, and you are filled with hope, unlike ever before, is that not love? See, I remember love. Someone we know would say it's not true love. But I disagree, the best moment of a feeling, is when it lingers, not easily dismissed. When it demands a decision, either to fight or give up. Once you make a decision either way, the peak is over. Never, fear to ask yourself questions, your beliefs will always be stronger after a thorough round of questions. False beliefs always die. What else do I remember about you, that was real? You must excuse me, I am not good at this, you see. Ah, I remember you telling me about your self-defense lessons, how you beat up the volunteer police officer. You said it with revel, it was an understated emotion, but I did understand you, and the significance of the emotion. It was a moment , that you wanted to show the world that you were not fragile. That you were strong. Never surrender your strength, you treasure it enough to be proud of it. Showing pride, asking for your bravery to be acknowledged and even appreciated, is that not feminism? Ah,and you women say we men do not get feminism. I digress, feminism yes, I did sense that in you.When you say you love yourself enough to be happy, you say it with belief. It is your strength,that gives you that belief. So your strength should not be dispensed. Perhaps, this right now is the only ever time I could come close to melting your heart? If, not at least I tried. You took me to some brink and back, we talked, it was strange to me. I am sorry if I was awkward or weird. They say not to explore, but why then did god make us curious? Even if I dove so deep, have I not been real while reaching out to you, now? Is this not a master piece I weaved right here?
Moments like this I call beautiful, after long stretches of starvation, a moment of clear, unmistakable, real emotion. I shall take a deep breath of it. Even a cosmonaut can afford a bit of attachment to home. Detachment is something we must all be comfortable with. Clinging on is something this life doesn't afford us. You must let go of things, understanding that if they are truly precious, you will find yourself back to them, time after time.You shall never find me again, but I shall find myself. I have found hope, it is not what I sought. But I will hold it close, as ever I have strength. My dear, it is time to bid farewell. My dear seems appropriate, my love seems for someone else to say. Goodbye, for the darkness I must set course again.
Thank you. We had a conversation. I asked if you could accept that I would love something more than you. You said no. That was it. A brief conversation, but nonetheless someone reaching back to me when I asked. Thank you, you were frank. In my cynicism I had lost belief that frankness still exists. I have rational hopes now. I must talk to you. When you are unaware, and something has crept up on you, hits you suddenly, and you are filled with hope, unlike ever before, is that not love? See, I remember love. Someone we know would say it's not true love. But I disagree, the best moment of a feeling, is when it lingers, not easily dismissed. When it demands a decision, either to fight or give up. Once you make a decision either way, the peak is over. Never, fear to ask yourself questions, your beliefs will always be stronger after a thorough round of questions. False beliefs always die. What else do I remember about you, that was real? You must excuse me, I am not good at this, you see. Ah, I remember you telling me about your self-defense lessons, how you beat up the volunteer police officer. You said it with revel, it was an understated emotion, but I did understand you, and the significance of the emotion. It was a moment , that you wanted to show the world that you were not fragile. That you were strong. Never surrender your strength, you treasure it enough to be proud of it. Showing pride, asking for your bravery to be acknowledged and even appreciated, is that not feminism? Ah,and you women say we men do not get feminism. I digress, feminism yes, I did sense that in you.When you say you love yourself enough to be happy, you say it with belief. It is your strength,that gives you that belief. So your strength should not be dispensed. Perhaps, this right now is the only ever time I could come close to melting your heart? If, not at least I tried. You took me to some brink and back, we talked, it was strange to me. I am sorry if I was awkward or weird. They say not to explore, but why then did god make us curious? Even if I dove so deep, have I not been real while reaching out to you, now? Is this not a master piece I weaved right here?
Moments like this I call beautiful, after long stretches of starvation, a moment of clear, unmistakable, real emotion. I shall take a deep breath of it. Even a cosmonaut can afford a bit of attachment to home. Detachment is something we must all be comfortable with. Clinging on is something this life doesn't afford us. You must let go of things, understanding that if they are truly precious, you will find yourself back to them, time after time.You shall never find me again, but I shall find myself. I have found hope, it is not what I sought. But I will hold it close, as ever I have strength. My dear, it is time to bid farewell. My dear seems appropriate, my love seems for someone else to say. Goodbye, for the darkness I must set course again.
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