16 "Love lying fallow "

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When people are missing out in their choices and cannot make a distinction between cheery, witty, funny, filthy or scurrilous walks of life anymore, they will have a hard time to inhabit a pleasing and enriching life; and to integrate into a world of understanding and recognition.

If we don't stay undyingly hungry for attention andawareness, our life is doomed to remain desperately fallow..

If energy and enthusiasm are quenched and feelings are dried up, if emotions remain scorched and parched, love and affection become tangled in a bleak and numb marsh. Nothing is growing any longer: no flowers, no foreseeable hope and no conceivable prospects. As no seed of loving care is sown, no bud comes into flower. A bloom of expectation has become an illusion and life has come to a standstill.

Love is lying fallow: "Amour en friche".

When love gets on the slippery slope, ignorance or indifference might be the keystones of disillusionment.

When love has left us in the lurch and nothing ever strikes a chord anymore, we have to realize that the vibrations of happiness have disappeared in a vacuum. The ethereal and exalting feel of harmony that we may have ignored before, is absent, now that time has passed by and everything has expired.

Love might be frightening, at times, and some may be scared of becoming infatuated. That's why they rather choose to chicken out, when walking on thin ice: poise and guts are letting them down.

An amorous escapade mostly turns out to be a gamble and remains an adventure with surprises. Love is like a musical score, sometimes very tuneful, creating a harmony of sounds, sometimes extremely harsh, striking a hell of false notes.

Singer Amy Winehouse felt like lying fallow in the ground of a wasteland "with tears dry, dying a hundred times, going back to black" and leaving eventually for a place of ultimate sorrow and heartbreak, for a point of no return.

Singer Amy Winehouse felt like lying fallow in the ground of a wasteland "with tears dry, dying a hundred times, going back to black" and leaving eventually for a place of ultimate sorrow and heartbreak, for a point of no return

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