The stomach tightens and sinks. The heart and lungs follow. It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection. It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse. A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time. This time it’ll be different, you say. Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?
Everyone loves their own truths. Everyone has, as the Hindus acknowledge in their greeting, “namasté,” that part of them which is eternal. That is the important part.
The stomach tightens and sinks.
The heart and lungs follow.
It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection.
It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse.
A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time.
This time it’ll be different, you say.
Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?