Cliche 🌼

It is beautiful to be the kind of person who searches for love in a culture that is obsessed with lust. Because lust can be so boring, it can be so cliche. Often it is empty, it is transparent, it holds no weight. We are a society that has been taught to chase the shiniest things, to fill our lives with beauty for beauty’s sake, to focus more on attaining and possessing and devouring rather than sitting with and diving into the things that actually mean something to us. We mistake what our eyes want for what our hearts want, and that is one of the most dangerous things we could do to ourselves. It kills our humanity, because it kills our presence. We taste, but we do not savor. We touch, but we do not feel. We talk, but we do not connect. 🌼

It is okay to have a soul that still believes in depth, in the kind of connection that exists beyond the surface. Do not try to bankrupt your need for more, do not try to quiet the way your heart slams into your chest. Do not envy those who leap towards lust or longing like it is going to change their lives. Those people, I have found, are often looking to either escape themselves or distract themselves, and it bankrupts them. They are empty in certain ways, always after the next beautiful thing and the next after that. They devour, and devour, and devour, but they will never be full. They are malnourished where it counts; they will never be satisfied. Because the real nourishment, the real feast, exists not in someone’s lips or the curve of their spine. It exists in the most honest aspects of who they are. It exists in their nostalgia and in their hopes and in the way certain songs make them want to cry. 🌼

You want genuine beauty? Real beauty? The kind of connection that isn’t short-lived, but rather feels like it has existed for hundreds of years? The kind of connection that feels all-consuming and feverish and grounding at the same time? 🌼