The Intimacy of Thought and Desire

This came to my mind, and I decided to share it.

Being bored is caused by the intimacy of intelligence and the desirability that's being reclaimed. Masked by strenuous thoughts, boredom is continuing to come down in droves. What are you going to do with your life? My thoughts keep asking me. Life itself brings about its own kind of strife. The childlike spirit of innocence can rupture a person's innermost qualities; the preoccupation of thoughts. Hitting the mark of anticipation, the notion of togetherness can run away with the wind, catching only glimpses of creativity by presuming the outcome of their adventurous daredevil antics.

Steadfast and triumphant, we tend to forget what matters most in our intellectual form of communication. This is why our memories blur, lost in the noise of complex thoughts. The true method of our identity is when we deny our sense of purpose. Every precious detail of our imagination becomes resilient; we don't trust our own instincts. We can hinder our ability to pour out the most evident form of desirability by the unforgettable drive of creativity.

Facing a reckoning, we will begin to laugh. Laughter is good for the soul. By acknowledging our own imperfections, we can start to reconcile. The surest way to regain the love we once shared is to admit our wrongdoing.

Desirability, transformed into something thought-provoking, imaginative, and skillful, instinctively puts our thought patterns into perspective. No one else had ever considered a perspective that would tap into our mental capacity for performing and creating things. This is our unique way of developing new standards of living. There's a romantic side to all of this: Resolving itself from attack, we can still love. Our most vulnerable moment of intimate satisfaction will show itself through stigma. The label itself will interfere with all layers of intelligence that we have. This hurts more than you'll ever realize. It doesn't have to be this way. By opening up your hearts to us, you will learn to be compassionate. You will know that we aren't half as bad as you thought.

It would be appreciated if you could absolve me from any wrongdoing. Freedom from the past should be a consideration. Because of a label, stopping criticism, rather than holding on to it, would be wise. Bitterness will eat you up inside. Living up to your expectations is a hardship for me. It's not being realistic. I'm not perfect, and you're not perfect. All of us have made mistakes. To rectify your own blame, guilt, and insecurities is the key to forgiveness. It drags me to a pulp, fighting the battle every day. It wears me down and tires me out. I am who I am. You need to accept me for who I am. I have come a long way. If you're carrying grudges against me, don't. It isn't fair; it's called injustice. I do have a label. My label is called, "I am a child of God, and I am proud of that."

Please reacquaint yourself with me. You're holding things against me that I'm not aware of. Things that might not be true. Rumors are viscous; they destroy relationships. Life is too short for that. You won't talk to me. I must have hurt you really badly. Restore what was broken, and mend what was torn. I can't do it alone; the missing pieces of the puzzle can be put together. Piece by piece, we can weave the material of anger that you're holding against me and sew it back together. The finest act of forgiveness represents each piece. Years of trying not to correct any doubts or suspicions regarding our friendship, the mind was holding onto setbacks, grudges, and unkind words. The inner turmoil that you had experienced had been released.

Faced with a reckoning, we can begin to laugh. Laughter is good for the soul. As a method of reconciliation, when we can admit to our own wrongdoing, we can acknowledge our imperfections by laughing. This is the surest way to regain the love we shared. Getting back together would be the epitome of the greatest reunion I've ever seen. Your friendship is important to me.

By fostering the childlike characteristics of innocence, our mindful rejuvenation will give a safety net of security for the children of this world. It won't allow them to be fearful. Their little minds only want to be happy and to be able to trust the adults. You should not have to worry about drive-by shootings happening at school. Why do adults do such off-the-wall things? It's dreadful to have this type of anger. They want to kill children. Kids are innocent. The calamities that would destroy the existence of the very honorable and dedicated people, they wouldn't be aware of. They make our history memorable in all aspects of life. This is how we learn and grow. To help our elders have a good life, we want to live in a friendly society. They shouldn't have to worry about their health when it needs attention. Disabled individuals shouldn't have to worry about their health when it is time to be taken care of.

To dignify every fragile breath, desirability should be reclaimed by cradling innocence and sheltering wisdom. We are not intelligent if we forget how to care. Our dignity should be personified by going down in history as someone we shouldn't forget. Being trashed as someone who wasn't worth anything should not happen. We should be remembered for the good things we did. Helping others is a good thing. It's a shame when individuals can't see that. Notwithstanding our faults, we need to live a life that's deserving of our efforts. Have compassion for our fellow men, women, and children.

Written by Anna Marie Carlson
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Thursday, August 14, 2025



Author's Comment - Anna Marie Carlson
Preferred Author
Thursday, August 14, 2025


This is the legacy I choose:
Not perfection, but presence.
Not power, but tenderness.
Let my name be remembered
not for what I lacked,
but for what I gave -
a voice to the voiceless,
a hand to the weary,
a heart that never stopped
believing in the worth of every
soul.

Desirability, when reclaimed, becomes
a light.
It cradles the innocent, shelters the
wise, and dignifies the broken.
Let that be our story.

This piece is a call to remember that
intelligence without compassion is
incomplete. We must cradle innocence,
shelter wisdom, and live lives worthy
of our efforts. May we be remembered
not for our faults, but for the
good, we did - for the dignity we
upheld, and the love we gave.