.: falling from desire :.

I feel myself at times falling out of desire. It wanes from time to time, and I feel like I must hold onto the previous experiences of rich joy and contentment to point back to what I know is true. And I do know that it is true, for it has proved itself true time and time again. It would be so easy for me to give into the whispers in my heart that claim self-deception. They would have me to believe that my vision was skewed and my intentions mistaken. But a kind of clarity remains in staying where I am, not being wooed away to what would calm those lingering uncertainties. Those places that bear my footprints are far too common, promising life with foreseen directions. No one would fault me for going back there. We all have, with excuses remaining prepared upon our lips. But these days, I have been choosing to teach my heart to settle in such spaces. I cannot always win the arguments that seem to lodge themselves in undefended areas. But silence has done me much good, as it has allowed me to rest in what I know is right, though my resolve is often questioned. But I guess that is to be expected.