Writers Jam

Lucky

Perhaps I am one of the luckier ones, to have experienced love in all its different shapes and flavours.

I once considered love to be obsession, as if nothing and no one else mattered - but turned out it was too sweet that it made both of us sick.

And then I thought it was perhaps devotion, a complete submission to all their whims - but it turned to be too salty and it left me dry without any love for myself.

But maybe it is sacrificial, as shown by my gran who lived to take care of me - reminiscent of all the flavours of her food that I grew up with. Nostalgic.

Or maybe its just simply experimental, to just be tasted until you find your favorite flavour - discarding all others for the sake of your comfort as if they were all bitter.

I have witnessed it be purely transactional too, people use it to spice up their unmet needs - often lonliness.

Perhaps its all of the above, but I believe it to be transcedental. A daily practice in choosing to love without any expectations but also to let go without any complaints - Bittersweet :)