I read an advice column yesterday and the reader’s problem was that she “had been spending time with a man she was interested in, but that it seemed friendly rather than romantic.”
She wanted to know if she should tell him how she felt.
She wanted to know if it would “ruin” anything if she did.
She wanted to jump into the arms of a man who may have his hands tied behind his back.
“Don’t rush anything you don’t have to and risk making a mistake, things will eventually fall into place and you’ll have your answer.”
I’ve always thought it better to wonder than to know.
Better to hope than have disappointment.
But when does this become a hindrance to happiness?
Is it better to actually jump from that cliff into the unknown...
our fall only cushioned by the people we hope are there?
Or to want to jump?
To stand at the edge...
fully aware of the possibilities
but never suffering a bruise.