The men of my past have the same dilemma and it’s quite interesting.
They all have made valiant but failed attempts to make some woman more like me.
She suddenly adapts my interests and hobbies while trying to mimic my voice. Its highly amusing and tragically sad.
Expecting the light bulb in the basement to do what the sun does in the sky has to be grossly disappointing for both the light bulb and the person who screwed it in.
There is nothing that compares to the warmth of god energy coming into a life and bringing alignment, clarity and beautiful synergy.
There is no feeling in the world like the sun warming a naked body and shedding light on its souls darkness.
There are women who grow and women who buy. Women who make and women who imitate. Women who heal and women who bandage.
There are women who know and women who try to learn. Women with vision and women who plan.
Women who make men rise and women who are complicit in his mediocracy.
Both types of women are important just not of equal value.
Don’t ever confuse the sun with a light bulb. We all know the difference. There are lesser lights in the world and we decide what kind of light we are going to have in our lives.
We can wait for extraordinary or we can have ordinary. Thats our choice.
But what we will never and I mean ever be able to do is make 40, 60, 75, 80 or 100 watt bulbs the damn sun.
People ask me all the time why I won’t get married. The shit should be obvious by now.
Who in the hell is the sun married to? There are a few sun women that light up the world and I assure you, none of them are owned by anyone.
They may try bondage for the wedding and the dress and the kids if their alignment is off and that happens but eventually that pull from the sky starts and she is off…doing what the sun does!