To long for a touch or to long for a
feeling is like lapping water from a stream instead of drinking it.
You never get satisfaction.
You end up thirsty wanting more.
If you lean in too much you end up
falling in, forgetting your thirst, thinking you’re satisfied in the water.
Wrong, you’re still thirsty, but there
is an illusion that you can’t get passed.
You’re not really happy; you’re wet,
cold, and alone wishing you had just drinken the water.
Why can’t dreams that seem foolish
work out?
Why does love seem to make us thirsty?
Is there something about being
attractive to others that make us lap love?
There is a well of living water, a
spring that doesn’t go dry, a love that is deeper than any ocean.
Why settle for lapping?
Think hard and dream big, even if it
seems unbearable.
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