Killing Me Softly With His Song

We are born curious, loving creatures with boundless amounts of energy and spirit. But too many of us become shells of ourselves, our energy lost and spirit dead in our eyes.

I came across this picture below and it spoke volumes to me.

What happened? Who or what kills the soul? Is life not supposed to be a loving experience where humans encourage and support their fellow companions. Instead I feel as if those around us are more responsible for killing our humanity than not, either directly or indirectly.

Where does all that life go? The following scenarios and examples come to mind as answer to this.

The Truth

I am 22 years old and have never had a boyfriend.

I have had limited physical contact with people in general, let alone with males. Having not been a ‘touchy-feely’ kind of person my whole life, I have lacked both receiving and giving affection. You know the type of person who flinches or subtly moves away when another places a hand on their shoulder, or touches them accidentally by sitting too close? That’s me. I don’t even like my own mother touching me for-goodness-sake!

One week ago at a wedding I received warm, friendly, if not slightly flirty admissions from a handsome young-man. Its a weird case of knowing of one another, but only having met for the first time there and then. He was slightly drunk and greeted me warmly, we knew one another in a distant way. His simple way in actually making me feel welcome opened me up to him. I felt my walls come crashing down, and boy have I spent years putting them up. I felt free when I sat there laughing and joking with him. Corny as it is, I felt heady and was lost to all around us.

I couldn’t fully understand his intentions, but his behavior consisted of repeatedly doing the following: