Something Profound

When I am face to face with a blank page, I am challenged to write something profound.

I rarely come through.

I get wound up in myself, or the world, or other selfish and negative things.

I'd like to write about people who are starved for love. A specific kind of love. The kind of love some people have to have. People who are so starved they are wasting away.

Because people cannot live without love any more than they can live without food.

People give and receive love in different ways. Some are happy with words, others with actions; some with proximity, comfort, protection. Some pretend to not need it at all; they are the most bitter. But there are those who need love to be expressed wordlessly, spontaneously, by arms wrapped around them at random moments. A light kiss. This is what ignites their true self. Makes them feel alive. Appreciated. Loved.

There are more of them than you think.

Unfortunately people can live without love a lot longer than they can without food. Slowly, the soul shrivels up, agonizingly, until what's left can barely define them. The heart becomes hardened, making it harder to receive whatever love is offered. They will get to the point where they cannot even recognize love when it is offered, hurting those who extend it. They do not mean to do this.

Love is not just love. It is complicated. Often misunderstood. But I think occasional, physical expressions of love - a warm hug, a light kiss, these are the means of genuine life and communication between people. 

Especially for couples, people who have been together and fought the good fight. The words have been said. Embrace, kiss - unexpectedly, unpredictably. Your soul will fly.

I'd like to write something like that.

I'm just not sure I am capable.