Someone To Watch Over Me

Not to be contrary, but... I think there is such a thing as giving too much. :rose:

Its like investing. If you give nothing, you get no returns. But giving too much without any returns......... well that's just bankruptcy. The trick is picking your investments wisely
 
Not to be contrary, but... I think there is such a thing as giving too much. :rose:

The quote here was in contrast to the idea that one should not do something, i.e cross an ocean, for those who would not cross a puddle for you.

Clearly it is possible to be too much of a giver. To give and give until you are empty and be so "selfless" in one's giving as to verge on martyrdom is dangerous and is a failure of self care.

However... I believe it is also a mistake to not give, to not "invest" in others, just because. Without expectation. Without condition. That there is enough love to go around. That the amount of giving and love in the world... these are not finite commodities. (Remember the magic penny?)

Its like investing. If you give nothing, you get no returns. But giving too much without any returns......... well that's just bankruptcy. The trick is picking your investments wisely

Yes ~ invest wisely. There is a point at which one should stop extending ones energy, time, care to a given person... because there is no mutuality. Or not enough. But... in this life, I would prefer to err on the side of generosity.
 
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my lips miss your lips. they miss the subtle scent of bourbon hovering over my mouth;
they miss your tongue; the way they trace the outline of my lips before parting them with devotion.

my lips need your lips. they need the moments in passion's realm where tongues engage in a formal fight of twisting and turning;
where you empty your lust and i happily absorb it.

my lips are locked with your lips; we lose ourselves in desire's tide.

and when you pull away, i respond with an ambient sigh as you retreat.
your head dips, and you whisper my name into the recesses of my neck and i come undone, like woven strands of yarn.

by respeito
 
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