Priceless


Step right up, have I got a deal for you! Although it might not be immediately recognizable, you my friend, have an opportunity of a lifetime staring right at you.

“It doesn’t look that special”, ah, to the untrained eye possibly, but most truly valuable luxuries aren’t as shiny as expensive autos with their expensive price tags.

You see, many valuable things were once considered worthless. Often true value is ignored by those who have had the lengthiest possession of the treasure. At least when it comes to what we are talking about…

Ok, so maybe I’m not sure this is for sale anymore. The more I think about it, the less I want to get rid of this treasure. Maybe one day I’ll give it away. Maybe to someone who will recognize its value. I’m not sure that person exists though. It’s certainly not something worth waiting around for. Maybe the best thing to do is to really recognize and value what I possess. Regardless of whether or not anyone else sees its worth. The last thing I want to do is get rid of it, only to find a “priceless” sticker labeling it while it collects dust on a shelf somewhere.

Truly Naked and Afraid


Love.

Simple four letter word.

Powerful aphrodisiac and repellant at the same time.

Teenage fantasy, elderly heartbreaker.

Songs proclaim it, flowers display it, some of us fear it…

Beautiful surrender, or violent takeover; it comes to conquer, and that it does.

I began to prepare when I learned of love’s true nature. I built walls and armored myself. I waited and in doing so, my defenses rusted. It invaded, captured my heart, altered my life, and now keeps me chained.

I’m chained to a fairy tale wish of happily ever after. Bound by unfathomable love for my kids. Desperately clinging to my husband’s love, while every ounce of my strength pushes him away.

I don’t want him to love me, yet I do. I don’t trust love. It is often pity in disguise. I hate it. I don’t know how to handle it, navigate it, express it. I want to escape it. Life would be simpler. Happier? I don’t deserve love. It is destroying me. Or is it the fight that’s causing my ruin? I feel trapped and lost at the same time.

Is this all in my head? Over thinking again? It’s exhausting, and I’m losing whatever I’m trying to hold on to.i don’t even know what that is anymore. Does anyone else feel these things? I’m bringing a whole new meaning to “naked and afraid”. Honesty, openness, is true nudity, and it appears I’m leading the club. Anyone following should know that I have no idea where I’m going.