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The Innocence of Longing

Longing.

Longing for that date with a pretty lady.

Longing for that kiss.

I read somewhere that longing for a kiss increases saliva. An increase in saliva helps clean your teeth. 

So, long for a kiss, clean your teeth. 

Longing for that promotion. Longing for that journey back home.

As humans, we love novelty - perhaps more than we should, but who cares? 

Longing.

Like the way a farmer longs for rain after burying his seeds in the ground - watching how the dry clouds shape themselves into distinct shapes with the promise of wetness in time to come.

Or how a child longs for her mother - tortured by the closed door.

Or how a job seeker longs for that call after the interviewer tells him, 'We'll be in touch.'

It is the longing that makes life worth it.

The anticipation and the build up. The calm before the storm. 

We get more stimulation from thinking about what could happen than the happening itself. 

We fall in love with the woman of our dreams - a complete stranger that we have made up in our minds.

She doesn't exist. Oh wait! She does. In our imagination. 

May your life be filled with longing. 

May you fall in love with the romance that is life, and not be consumed by jealousy when it shows more affection towards a fellow man. 

Jealousy is the price that lovers pay.

The romance that your head pieces together. Not the real one,

Because very rarely does life live up to the fantasy we have woven up in our heads. 

Longing is the antidote to the ugliness of life, the barrenness, the clarity.

Long for it.

Long for it till you can't long any more.

For your life will be decorated by it.

Longing is the icing on the cake that is life. 

Longing.

What a beautiful and inexpensive thrill -

a guilty pleasure that harms no one but the boredom of life.


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