A Winter Spring Romance

Mystical Series : IX

 

 

 

I had a good look in the mirror recently. My hair has been greying for sometime, but grey in my eyebrows? Nature is as kind as it is honest. I reminded myself that I may be leaving behind my thoughts of romance of the years before.

 

Just then, my thoughts went to the engagement of winter spring romances. There are scores of men who enter into such a relationship late in life. It has the greatest subtly conscious experience of virility and an animal magnetism to the way that it creeps into the mind of an older individual. It communicates a certain rediscovery of youth and the promise of an everlasting excitation of our passions.

 

Included in its rolls are quite a list of personalities in god's creation. Othello married a Desdemona, the great God Ram married a Sita, the many Hefners, Trumps and McCartneys continue with a selection of its favors. It is sometimes the experience of heroic proportions. The young lady in such an engagement enjoys a special relation with the man with whom she shares a powerful knowing sense, a kind and benevolent understanding and a sexual relation that is revealing in its power to persuade.

 

Why then would something this good thereafter steal away one's idealism, create a blaise attitude of the passions and cut a person off from the mainstream of society, is an inquiry that would occupy a good many of these folks as they warm their feet alone in front of the fireplace. It is the very death of romance thereafter and the beginning of a life of carefully placed contrivances in action.

 

Did we break a taboo? Did we feign ourselves the prime mover of a young life as it moves to find its fulfillment? Have we been honest? Did we play God? The questions are endless. We come close to the waters of delusion in the process. In that, we come to discover the role of the will in our lives and the way we apply it to issues.

 

In the eccentricity that sometimes follows, we find ourselves suddenly thinking of freshly baked breads and the warm touch of the middle-aged lady we left behind to go on our adventure. Our joys, it would appear, abounds in the plain and ordinary. It is the stuff of life.

 

 

 

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[Muse]

I liked the following read:

Did we break a taboo? Did we feign ourselves the prime mover of a young life as it moves to find its fulfillment? Have we been honest? Did we play God? The questions are endless. We come close to the waters of delusion in the process. In that, we come to discover the role of the will in our lives and the way we apply it to issues.

I think we all fall into this life trap. Questions such as these require a moment or two of self-reflection. Short stories...hmmm this is a different niche for you. It's very good!

Muse

[Dayran]

Your reference to a trap in these matters is revealing of inadvertent actions. I believe, that certainly is the case and that in reviewing the matter in our self reflection we ought to be kind to ourselves.