In my teens I had an intoxicating romantic interlude on a mountain top visible on my ride to school every day. The relationship failed to flower as I wished and every time i glimpsed the spot it triggered a deep melancholy, an ache for the kind of love/connection that seemed beyond my reach. After months of self-pity, I realized I was sick and tired of the emotion and that I was in fact inflicting it upon myself by replaying the scenario of desire and disappointment. With that epiphany I consciously chose to break the habit of lifting my eyes longingly to the spot when I passed it and soon was free of the daily downer.
On Jul 31, 2013 Kathi wrote :
In my teens I had an intoxicating romantic interlude on a mountain top visible on my ride to school every day. The relationship failed to flower as I wished and every time i glimpsed the spot it triggered a deep melancholy, an ache for the kind of love/connection that seemed beyond my reach. After months of self-pity, I realized I was sick and tired of the emotion and that I was in fact inflicting it upon myself by replaying the scenario of desire and disappointment. With that epiphany I consciously chose to break the habit of lifting my eyes longingly to the spot when I passed it and soon was free of the daily downer.