Adventure

Adventure

Friendship. Disappointment. Threat. Intimacy. Frustration. Happiness.

In one way or another we relate to everyone we meet, therefore we are in some form of relationship with each individual. This is the conventional wisdom that she destroys. To call this a relationship could describe it but it would not explain it. This would be to scratch the surface upon an immeasurable depth. To relate is to account for and attempt to connect.

Attempt?

We never just find an error and just try to make it better, no.

We move towards pleasure, away from lesser with an natural ebb and flow.

There is no “attempt”, whatsoever in our endeavor.

We sail seas of choppy waters of emotional adversity.

We stand atop a mountain, chasing down the sun as it descends.

We submerge into the waters of more difficult times.

We trek across miles of open fields of new experiences.

And we sit in the silence of the valley of the joyous moments before us.

I do not simply relate to her on experiences, I am on an adventure with her.