Unfiltered Forever

At the present and well ripened age of thirty-four and three quarters I think I have followed due diligence; experienced through experience, and now finally recognize the qualities I would seek out in a woman if the chance at love were to wander my way again... The woman I am seeking would need to be: Honest... Intelligent... Corny... Funky... Hilarious... Witty... Funny... Romantic... Personable... Responsible... Independent... Silly... Reliable... Trusting... Decisive... Supportive... Loving... Affectionate... Open-Minded... Adventurous... Spontaneous... Experimental... Conce rned... Spirited... Teachable... Soulful... Manageable... Serious... Inspired... Low Maintenance... Inspirational... Appreciative... Opinionated... Talkative... Classy... Interesting... Forgiving... Incorrigible... Sexy... Emotional... Respec ted... Slutty... Culinary... Sarcastic... Respectful... Confident... Organized... ...

Well, I was going to use tonight's blog to start publishing the first several pages of a short story I had been working on. The plan being: add more pages daily, in increments, since it is approx. thirty pages long... However there were events that came about late this evening that have sent me suddenly into sorrow and melancholy, and sapped what little creativity and desire I had left over after working all day. Why does it seem like each time I can finally  start to pick myself, and the pieces of my shattered life up, to begin to want to grow and trust again, to regain a mere ounce of dignity within myself, that my faith in  love intervenes and decimates the fragile grip I was just getting used to. I may be an idiot for it, but there are women from my past who I love and cherish in my heart. I carry their memories and my emotional ties to them with me each and every day.I allow them to forever capture a portion of my heart and to keep it long after...

                 All Along The Way…                                By: Jeremy C. Fink All Along the Way ... I have questioned myself on what seems to be a daily basis: “What is truly possible or impossible …What is the truth that I am constantly in search of?” “What is anything other than one individual perception and consciousness?” This leads me to ask of you; “Just how coincidental is it that time after time, year after year, we all find ourselves opening and writing new chapters in life at what always proves to be, without fail, the exact moment we were supposed to do so?”  I adamantly refuse to subscribe to the notion that life is nothing more than chance or dumb luck, I sense...