There are some things in this life that are meant to remain unmeasured. Some things do not quantitate, just as they shouldn't. In such a desperate haste to fit everyone and every emotion, thought or idea into a category...we lose sight of the individual and the hell or brilliance that mind is experiencing. We are too quick to write a note...black letters on a white page...stripping the life from the thing itself by deanimating it into...well, black letters on a white page. Close the folder and file it in the shelf.
It takes a greater effort...a higher consciousness to accept an emotion without giving it a name...to validate it enough, to accept it...and understand that it is not incomplete or lacking simply because it isn't titled.
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