On the rocks by the water

It was already dark, but the light of the squid boats illuminated the horizon.

She sat beside me as I gazed at the shadows of the forested hills across the gulf.

CQ, why do you love so fiercely?

     I do, don't I? 

I looked up at the sky. The moon and the squid boats lit the clouds from behind and scatter light all across the sky.

     It must be very stupid for me to love so fiercely.

No, it's not. I think it's great, but not everyone can do that. I mean, don't you get tired?

That's true. If nobody went around loving fully, then we would not have the great love stories that sing about our heartaches.

     It gets exhausting at times. I guess that's to be expected when you give so much of yourself. Also makes it much easier for me to get hurt.

I find that most people are afraid to get hurt.

I had to chew on that for a little longer. It's not that I'm a masochist or anything, although some might disagree with that assessment.

     It's not that I'm not afraid of getting hurt. Of course, I am. 

Why don't you do it then? 

    It's living I life I regret that I fear the most.

I see.

    Experience does not dull the pain. But if we lived a life based on avoiding getting hurt, then what would we have lived for? A life worth living that is full of joy does not come without sorrow. And nothing worth having ever comes easily. 







A drop.



     The easiest way not get hurt is to not live at all. 






Another drop.


     It's starting to rain. Let's head back.


You go on ahead.



I looked up again at the clouds. For what it's worth, it feels good to be alive.