Emptiness, the sorrow of a lonely heart.
Emptiness, the prevailing feeling of the lonely hearted. It suffocates all other feelings of happiness attached to everything else. It's only cure is a like minded heart, or the other half of ourselves, our soul mate.. our half orange as the spanish would put it.
It tortures the soul, psychi and heart out of even the hardest of us. Making us vulnerable to the most reprehensible of people, to the purest of hearts if different from our own and makes us fools at the first opportunity. It weakens us, and yet it's cure, the truest purest love makes us stronger than any diamond.
It's the worst of ailments because it's a secret condition, who wants to hear their fellows complain about the ache of loneliness. Since likely as not they're suffering from it too. It makes others avoid the complaining lonely heart, and makes it lonelier still. Worst of all it pushes away the only true cure, those who might love it, because desperation and neediness are ugly traits to the rest of mankind. It seems to me that it's a mayorally female condition.
How many men want to find there soul mate? I shouldn't judge, since I'm a woman and I can't see the feelings of men. I've met men longing for one particular girl to be with them, but I haven't yet met a man who longs to find the woman that he will spend the rest of his life with. Unlike women, who always reach a moment in there lives when they want to find the ideal man for them and settle down.
I'll give myself as an example, I'm still young enough to have time to find him. I have a good life ahead of me, as a single woman, free and independent. I could do anything I wanted to do and yet I pine away for the man I've yet to meet. I don't know what he looks like or really what kind of personality he has, I know only the basics. That he must be kind, respectful of women, romantic and enjoy travelling, other than that he could come from Mars, what do I know? How can I know who exactly will make me happy? Because life is a mysterious journey that we all take and I can't possibly know for sure who will end up walking at my side.
So I continue, heart filled with emptiness. Waiting for the day when whoever he is shows up to fill it up.
It tortures the soul, psychi and heart out of even the hardest of us. Making us vulnerable to the most reprehensible of people, to the purest of hearts if different from our own and makes us fools at the first opportunity. It weakens us, and yet it's cure, the truest purest love makes us stronger than any diamond.
It's the worst of ailments because it's a secret condition, who wants to hear their fellows complain about the ache of loneliness. Since likely as not they're suffering from it too. It makes others avoid the complaining lonely heart, and makes it lonelier still. Worst of all it pushes away the only true cure, those who might love it, because desperation and neediness are ugly traits to the rest of mankind. It seems to me that it's a mayorally female condition.
How many men want to find there soul mate? I shouldn't judge, since I'm a woman and I can't see the feelings of men. I've met men longing for one particular girl to be with them, but I haven't yet met a man who longs to find the woman that he will spend the rest of his life with. Unlike women, who always reach a moment in there lives when they want to find the ideal man for them and settle down.
I'll give myself as an example, I'm still young enough to have time to find him. I have a good life ahead of me, as a single woman, free and independent. I could do anything I wanted to do and yet I pine away for the man I've yet to meet. I don't know what he looks like or really what kind of personality he has, I know only the basics. That he must be kind, respectful of women, romantic and enjoy travelling, other than that he could come from Mars, what do I know? How can I know who exactly will make me happy? Because life is a mysterious journey that we all take and I can't possibly know for sure who will end up walking at my side.
So I continue, heart filled with emptiness. Waiting for the day when whoever he is shows up to fill it up.
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