When I started to think about the difference between the two feelings in the title, I was at work. Wondering about my own indiscriminateness . Am I a lustful person? OR am I a loving one? I like to think I am the latter. I have promised myself to a very lovely woman who, at this time, lives two states away. It is hard for me. Not that I long for the feeling of the flesh. It is the feelings of the heart for which my desire burns. (I think I find a poem in there somewhere). Of course there is a big difference. Lust is the feeling one gets when the person sees something they want or desire temporarily. Love is the feeling one gets when they decide wholeheartedly it is something,or better yet, someone they can’t (oops!) don’t want to live without. Resilience and patience have taught me that there is almost nothing I must have. However, there are things I long for and would rather not be without. Love being one of those things. So, as I am working away and discover I am no less human than the other guys. The beauty and the smiles of the women that come into my store may brighten my day. The lustful feeling of want does not take over my heart. As I am determined to live a life of love.
Disclaimer: I could have very well erased “can’t and oops”. I chose to leave them in for various reasons. A. I am human and do make mistakes. B. It sort of lends a little lightness to the blog. C. I just plain felt like it.