Pleasure has somehow been inextricably linked with pain and fun with punishment. Is it because the unalloyed pleasure feeds on the forbidden? Forbidden is nothing but surrendering to temptation and of being imperfect. And what’s important, is to feel the temptation. To not be swayed, tempted or led astray is to not feel and an unfeeling life is a diminished one. Its better to have lust and lost cause if it weren’t for the forbidden, they’d never be any craving.
If the lure of the forbidden, the Not allowed is universal then why do temptations have to be resisted and why can’t pleasure be customised?
Sometimes becomes imperative to preserve oneself. The self assessment on theirs to yours continually undermines what you might be or how you’d want to be. The focal point is you and people and their judgments just pure takeaways. Influential should be your thoughts and how you orient yourself to think in the presence of people. Those thoughts that need nurturing from continuous learning and knowledge to stand for your mind and guard your individuality and uniqueness. Grandeur is in the clarity of role you’ve come to play and in expanding your horizons to touch many on the way.
Discover and help people discover themselves or get lost in social chaos!
Like in most so called male domains, the assumption of power and priority in the natural act of sex also safely lies with men. This masculinity further stimulates chauvinism. How it becomes normative behaviour and everyone simply asked to follow it. If men were ever to relinquish control to women in sex, that would seem like an unfathomable offense. Of women’s sexual desires getting vocal and brutal honesty ceasing to be the legacy of only men.
Sometimes pure act of sex can be self reliant and pleasurable without being an act of emotional security. And so without prejudice could be anyone’s prerogative, not reserved for men!
The novel relationship forms the basis of seeking a new partner. In the quest for newness you blindly follow the trail just to get far away from people and things that once started new with you. Ironical as it may be to want to want new things for an old self. Call it renewed vigour of a new kind prepared to go far beyond the conventional morality, that which is already misplaced once, only to find yourself trapped in postconventional morality. Where a person develops one’s own set of ethical values applicable only to oneself and based on non conventional wisdom.
It’s not the new found love, it’s not the fatal attraction, it’s not the superiority of the new over the old, it’s the sheer desire to disrupt normal and routine only to relive the dark side.
But a rendezvous with strength. Grief might be similar to what you feel if anything that you love deeply, breaks. It’s the fissure that makes the hard cracking sound, leaving you alone to assess the damage. You can forget what they said or did but what you can’t forget is how they made you feel. Not to say it wasn’t meant to be but that it wasn’t meant for me. Sometimes the liability of non performance is limited to the emotions invested but in few others the collateral damage is far from being secured.
Is it the interdependence and feeding off each other the fragile emotion or the onslaught of change that takes more time for repair?
It’s a small, sharp sentence but it cuts deep. As one grows, the life choices and actions cover few beyond oneself. Can get boring, also bitter but essential to be covered in the same expression. Family carries with it the fear of living in the shell of ordinariness and foregoing personal glory and the hope of facing a fresh challenge to illuminate your existence. In this arena of emotions, fear and hope wrestle to determine what comes next while pride watches silently.
If feeling magnificent lays the ground rules, then how can a spectacular process of childbirth take that away from you!
But that’s the last thing I want to do. This makes you want to want your partner and not, need him. And if you don’t need your partner then it frees you up to want him. The idea that you need someone or that someone makes you a whole person, is incredibly misplaced. It’s you two together that can rule an empire with legacy as your only child. That’s when the vows you take cannot be described as fear flirting with vulnerability. And the wedding ring as a badge of shame honoured for being needy.
Then what more can you desire if that’s the choice you made and you wanted it anyway!