Diana Reader

There are two people I thought of asking their view before writing, both are incredibly insightful and have helped me previously when faced with difficult topics.  I realized though, with one being married and the other someone I used to date, I held too much skepticism in my heart and knew I needed to answer this on my own.  So bear with me.   A close friend asked me what love is.  A huge, weighted question, one I attempted to address in a blog long ago.  So after directing them to that blog (May 2013 if you want to check it out), I realized that situational questions called for situational answers.   Why do people come in and out of our lives, many with no apparent reason other than to disappoint, hurt, or frustrate us?  Why do we get so excited about meeting new people, only to have them disappear faster than we get to know their story?   The more I write, the more frustrated I get.  These aren't my questions, but have become ...

You see, I quite honestly believe that every stranger we pass on the street is a connection lost. Every stranger holds the potential to divert our direction, be it for a day or a lifetime. Call it the butterfly effect, sliding doors, whatever—it’s an idea that I find both incredibly liberating and terrifying at the same time. Most people underestimate the significance of a moment. The paradox of a moment is that an instant in time can be more significant than the sum of all moments up until then.   [smd] I've had this jittering anxiousness inside me.  It's this increasing desire, this internal force pushing me forward, this  something  directing me  somewhere .   Inexhaustible hunger. I'm not talking about a physical hunger.  I'm not even talking about a spiritual hunger.  I'm talking about the gray in-between.  The physically spiritual; the spiritually physical.  That aching part of you, the rush of adrenaline in your bloo...