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Did It Ever Occur To You That Maybe You're Falling in Love?

We buried the problem.

We planted a tree over the problem.

We regretted our actions toward the problem.

We declined to comment on the problem.

We carved a memorial to the problem, dedicated it. Forgot our handkerchief.

We removed all “unnatural” ingredients, handcrafted a locally-grown tincture for the problem. But nobody bought it.

We freshly-laundered, bleached, deodorized the problem.

We built a wall around the problem, tagged it with pictures of children, birds in trees.

We renamed the problem, and denounced those who used the old name.

We wrote a law for the problem, but it died in committee.

We drove the problem out with loud noises from homemade instruments.

We marched, leafleted, sang hymns, linked arms with the problem, got dragged to jail, got spat on by the problem and let out.

We elected an official who Finally Gets the problem.

We raised an army to corral and question the problem. They went door to door but could never ID.

We made so You Can Find Out About the problem, and so You Can Help.

We created 1-800-Problem, so you could Report On the problem, and 1-900-Problem so you could Be the Only Daddy That Really Turns That problem On.

We drove the wheels offa that problem.

We rocked the shit out of that problem.

We amplified the problem, turned it on up, and blew it out.

We drank to forget the problem.

We inhaled the problem, exhaled the problem, crushed its ember under our shoe.

We put a title on the problem, took out all the articles, conjunctions, and verbs. Called it “Exprmntl Prblm.”

We shot the problem, and put it out of its misery.

We swallowed daily pills for the problem, followed a problem fast, drank problem tea.

We read daily problem horoscopes. Had our problem palms read by a seer.

We prayed.

Burned problem incense.

Formed a problem task force. Got a problem degree. Got on the problem tenure track. Got a problem retirement plan.

We gutted and renovated the problem. We joined the Neighborhood Problem Development Corp.

We listened and communicated with the problem, only to find out that it had gone for the day.

We mutually empowered the problem.

We kissed and stroked the problem, we fucked the problem all night. Woke up to an empty bed.

We watched carefully for the problem, but our flashlight died.

We had dreams of the problem. In which we could no longer recognize ourselves.

We reformed. We transformed. Turned over a new leaf. Turned a corner, found ourselves near a scent that somehow reminded us of the problem,

In ways we could never

Put into words. That

Little I-can’t-explain-it

That makes it hard to think. That

Rings like a siren inside.

I did not write this. Alisha Hopper did. But, I was so entranced by it that I kept it up on my browser next to work emails, client emails, blog posts, Google searches about running shoes, and of course, my ongoing questions to Google about life such as "Will Dogecoin keep rising?" "Most commonly run 50ks in North America", "Should I publish my book traditionally or self publish?" "What are the health benefits of figs?" and "Trauma-centered yoga trainings near me."

Maybe it will resonate with you, maybe not.

But I've discovered that when love gets involved, things get a little more complicated. Not because we want to make things complicated, but because we are human and we're scared of things. We're afraid to lose our independence. We're afraid to lose ourselves. We're afraid to lose control. We're overworked, tired, confused, and lustful people.

Maybe it will resonate with you, maybe not.

I am willing to bet, however, that if this does resonate with you-- that you have a book or a poem or a song or a rhythm or a business or something of the creative arts within you that's waiting to come out. Heartbreak is the trajectory towards newness and creative freedom.

All things change, or do they remain the same? Like the seasons, they come and go-- some stay longer than we wish and we want them to go-- but even in the dead of summer, we too, long for winter. We long for the cracks in the earth's soil so we can drop into it the smallest of our seeds of hope and change. It doesn't happen quickly, but we watch-- and with water and sunlight-- the ground we're standing on will someday not look the same.

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