“True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.” – Francois de La Rochefoucauld
One of the cool things about doing what I do is that I get to hear everyone’s secrets. All day, every day, women are spilling their guts to me. So I know I am not alone.
This is why Fifty Shades of Grey is so popular. The fantasy is so much better than the reality for many of us.
Maybe that is actually so for most of us?
As I get older and see my youth slipping away, there are times I am overcome with jealousy. My dreams for reckless, consuming love are lost, replaced by complacency and mutual comfort. Not that it isn’t love. It is. But it is not the fantasy.
How does one find peace?