Now the longing begins. The feeling of being consumed – by desire, by rumination on the moments that stirred emotion deep within. How does he remain balanced and whole when everything is tilting toward the urge to plunge headlong into a world of romantic sensibilities?
The passions are hard for him to control. He’s not sure how to fall in love – or to entertain the possibility of doing so – without being totally swept up in it all. He needs an anchor to still him, to keep him connected to the ground.
There are so many things happening at once that he can’t express them all: the shifting emotions, the uncertain creeping-towards a person who intrigues him, but who gives him pause because he doesn’t know if she is the one he is meant to give his heart to. So many questions, apprehensions, uncertainties, fears. Yet, at the same time, a curiosity that impels him and leaves him hard-pressed to say no to further discovery, to further unveiling of a relationship whose fate remains beyond his grasp.
The mystery both intrigues and scares him. He watches as the borders of his life move and expand in response to these new feelings and ideas, and he marvels at the force within him that says: “I’m longing for more, let me break free.”
Can he take this energy and transform it into something that deepens his understanding of what it means to be human in this world? It’s all up for consideration: the tangle of crossed paths, destinies, and desires; the starting-small; the gradual entering-into-the-unknown; the entering-into a world where he’s free to express, free to sing, free to cry, free to love. This is the stuff of human experience. May it not be lost on him.