Reply #49: Something for you: "Men too gentle to walk among wolves"

[lukasahero]

Dear Ladyhawk, I hope you read this. Your post made me think of it. It certainly makes me think of you, and those of us like you.

"This is...born in my heart, born in the pain of ending one life and beginning another, born in the excitement of the continuing search for life's meaning.

Some people do not have to search, they find their niche early in life and rest there, seemingly contented and resigned. They do not seem to ask much of life, sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously. At times I envy them, but usually I do not understand them. Seldom do the understand me.

I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand.

We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know -- unless it be to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beuatiful it can provide. Most of all we want to love and be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or to compete for love.

This is... for wanderers, dreamers and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those too gentle to walk among wolves."

James Kavanuagh, San Diego, 1969

I sincerely wish you peace.