What if…
…I stopped incessantly questioning
…I threw caution to the wind and followed my heart, intuition, or whatever I want to call it?
…didn’t care about reciprocation or the future, just lived in the present?
…stopped asking myself torturous questions and lived life one second at a time, one breath at a time, knowing that what is meant to be will certainly happen.
…stopped leaving my life up to fate and started living with intention
… realized that it takes a very strong, enlightened, wise, and special person to tolerate someone such as I… (brash, opinionated, ever questioning, always seeking, never settling for lies or less than she deserves, never expecting more than she gives, living an unbullshitafied life of peace and unconditional love.)
Sounds like utopia, right?
Questions put up walls
Walls are a blockade to happiness
Note to self:
Buy a bulldozer – the self-imposed walls must come down…
XO Lisa
Grateful, Thankful, and Mending! 
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These are good questions Lisa – but do questions really put up walls or do they open doors? If a door is not needed look at an arch.
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Good question, my friend… damn good question…
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Your post is interesting. It is an intriguing question; Why do we question? After reading the type of person you are, it sounds like you are well on your way to tearing down that wall. Go but that dozer! I enjoyed it as always. Take care.
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Maybe I shouldn’t stop questioning just yet…
thanks for reading and replying! XO Lisa
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