Feelings

Feelings are independent critters. 

They come and go at will, seldom held back by short leashes, or hindered by common sense. 

Fed by some of the lowest causes and nurtured by weaknesses, they are still one of the most beautiful parts of a human being.

I may be ashamed of Jealousy, but she springs from a love that is monumental in size and she is only a tiny tendril on the edge of that love.

It's those tendrils that keep me grounded.  They remind me that in spite of all my goodness, I have plenty of not-so-good things that are just as much a part of me.

Good and bad, yen and yang, up and down, it's the tension in life that keeps things interesting  -- and balanced. 

Start altering feelings artificially and it's never quite the same.  A seesaw really balances on a fulcrum.  Pretending that fulcrum is some place else doesn't really change anything in the long run, because eventually you're gonna forget to put your feet down and the landing will be hard!

I think it's just better to tend to the critters as they wander over and rub against my legs.  At least then I know where they are.