When you’re single all the time like I am, it’s hard to remain curious about that one true love, to keep your heart open to the possibility of its eventual return. We want it, we court it, we dream about it. The one thing we cannot do is control it. Love comes for us or not. The curious remain on a train platform, waiting for an imminent arrival. We look at the silent tracks and wait for their vibration, promising love is on the way.
As intentionally confusing as that advice may be, the core is true. I sometimes resist the reality that I am a Lost King. I try not to dwell on it, to think about it all the time. What good does that do? I once believed that if I tried hard to be a good person, kinged enough men, the Found Ones would welcome me home. But after watching men I love cross over into their big destiny, I realized it’s not about accumulating karma. It’s something else. I think I am doomed to stay lost until I learn that elusive secret.
Gaaah. Sweet Vin. ❤️