Desire Is Not A Dirty Word

Posted on June 24, 2013 by James R. Yarbrough

The Strongest Human Emotion is Desire

Even the feelings of love and hate are not as strong as desire. You can “feel” love for one and desire another just as you can feel hate for one that you desire. The heart race and the pulse quickens when it swells from deep down inside. We did not make it the way that it is, it made us. The great taboo is no taboo at all. We are created with strong feelings for each other. It is a matter of survival. We have no control over what is in us that we did not place in us. It runs deep; it is at the core of our being. The hands of nature hold the switch. You can turn your back on desire. Though, each time it will turn you back around. It is not a sin for it was born in us. It would not be as strong if it were wrong. Of course, as with all things in life, there is a time and place if it is to be a time and place. You do not have to act on desire but to pretend will not change the truth. There is no man-made power or words that can change this. So let no one tell you that you were not meant to feel what you do. For they desire as well. It matters not their role or title that they hold.

Category: How You Think

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What I write is inspired by the Creator. It is a natural process, not forced or coerced. It is written as it flows into my mind, and my life experiences and observations of the wonders of nature are the foundation for my insight. I am on a mission to let how I think be a voice that has not been heard. What I write and say is what I believe. My life has been a road well traveled. There have been freeways, side streets and dead ends. I have been cautioned, sped up and slowed down. I have changed lanes, merged with traffic and yielded to the right of way. I have been first at four way stops and the last to leave. I have driven through heavy rain, sunny days, and dark nights. It is after the darkest of them all, that I came to an intersection. I could pray on or move on. I now move with the traffic. I speed up when I can slow down when I should and pass when I must. Though, I am not in a hurry for life to me is not a race. We get to the end of the road soon enough. I made a decision to stay on the road of life. To take the off ramp is a thing I did not want to do. I know there is more to say than what has been said. What I have to say is not academic; I simply look at life in a way you may never have. It is how I see the world.