I think in a previous life, I loved very passionately… To the point it would influence my every decision. Love was being my every motive. Every breathe, blink, thought in the name of love…. It was my obsession.
Without love… I was nothing… It was my food, my medicine, my power source, my everything. It was the ulterior motive behind every friendship, every plan. To get the one I “loved” at that moment.
Now I can hardly recall the taste of passion, I vaguely remember what it feels like. To love so deeply it feels like your soul is on fire. I remember I used to live for it breathe for it, however I no longer feel that burn within me.
Maybe I burnt it out, while I was pursuing and got too close.
I’m in love, but I fear I’ll never feel THAT love. Yet I think it’s for the best. I don’t think people are meant to stumble through life unable to see their surroundings being lead by an obsession.
Now I see there’s a world to explore, and I’m confident I’ll fall in love with it than with an individual. I rather be obsessed with the world as whole anyway, because whether your obsessed with it or not, the world determines your life? Why not fall in love with it? Every living thing…. Everything that ever was or will be.