I like texting. Who doesn't? I love the little bits of "Hi I was thinking of you" & the day long conversations & the "Morning sunshine" texts that may be waiting for me when I wake up. But there is something lost through texting. Assumptions are too easily made, emotions can be lost or never even seen, & there's a connection that's lost even for all of our being connected. But when important conversations begin to happen over text & the actual face to face conversation seems to die we as a world will be in trouble.
Have we all gotten to the point that our lives are to be lived in text conversations? In the 140 characters of Twitter? Status updates on Facebook? To be honest I'm not even sure if anyone will find this & actually read it. Attention spans have become much shorter & I know mine has as well, so it will be interesting to see what happens.
In a world of everybody sharing everything about their life from their sex life, relationships, & what they had for lunch, I find I'm still a fairly private person. Oddly enough though if asked a question I'm more than willing to share the answer. Most people though don't ask the questions for fear of the answer or of coming off as too nosy or not knowing what questions to ask. And yet, I also have a desire to write out my thoughts, feelings and life events in some kind of forum - while maintaining some semblance of anonymity. I'm an open book, if you ask the questions. If you believe anything about astrology I guess I come by that trait honestly, being a Cancer.
One of the hardest lessons in life when it comes to love, or the potential for it, is to leap without a net. To have faith that if you leap the net will appear - to jump & grow wings on the way down. Some people can't do that & yet they still may find love. Some people constantly leap & yet are still unable to find what they are searching for. I refuse to give up on the hope, on the promise, of what may be. Don't get me wrong I'm still afraid of being hurt, of finding out I'm not enough for someone. But the alternative is even less appealing. I'm certainly a work in progress on this and many other things - but that's life. Really that is the only constant in life, to change, to grow, to develop who & what you are.