Why Can't I?

No matter what's going on in your life, I am a personal believer that you can make room for that emotion that converts your insides into acrobatic dancers. That emotion that turns you into pudding after sitting inside of a car, in the state of Georgia, in the middle of July.


That emotion that makes colors more vibrant and you smile at the sight of a word beginning with the first letter of their name. That emotion that wraps your entire body around the finger of some unsuspecting victim. Hah, chances are you're the victim. I usually am.
The emotion... that emotion.... you knnooow what I mean.

Why can't I throw myself into it? Because it isn't "safe", because "what if you get hurt", because "no one you knew ended up happy with someone else", because "it's bad timing", because "he's/she's a different race or religion", because "my parents don't approve"?? How about BECAUSE it's fucking worth it asses! You don't get something amazing and fully fulfilling without getting a little lost and taking chances. You don't get full arousal on sight, mental stimulation, complete comfort and infinite intrigue without taking a leap or taking a few wrong turns.
And, I mean, if you do/did find it easily, then I applaud you with sincere gratitude. It's special and rare. Kick it 'til your feet fall off.