Having experienced both, I am not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.
"Life, art and emotion are inherently messy. This acceptance of messiness has been my turning point. I now embrace that I have a messy soul, mind and heart. They are filled with joy, and filled with defeat. They bounce between success and failure, tears of happiness and tears of sadness, earth-shaking love and underworld-shivering loneliness. Containing multitudes means not just embracing different facets of the good; it also means accepting the faults and failures. The reason I could not do this before? I could not sit calmly in the mess. I never understood that beauty develops precisely because of, not despite, the fractures we experience…
Among other changes, I want to (re)discover a feeling of fearless love, toward life and toward myself and toward the passion and willingness to be vulnerable and caring that have led to the best things in my life. Somewhere along the line, fear sneaked in, snatched that away, and sabotaged the good. I want it back.”
~ Patrick Linder
"And what if there are no coincidences
Only dots we have failed to connect
Moments we have missed
And accrediting reason and matter
to random things/events
wasn’t a form of superstition.
Would you still believe me
when I say I remember your laugh
from an old dream
And that happy was made
especially for moments
when I’m with you.”