Beautifully written, even though I don’t entirely agree with the overall sentiments. Love is not sex, and even here, the passion can burn as bright as the first day. The beauty I first saw will never fade. The scent that seduced me will forever infuse my mind with lust and desire. I still hear new melodies when listening to an old song because I approach it with different perceptions and state of mind. It can transport me back, and ignite emotions felt at that specific moment or create new experiences. And so the familiar can transport me back to the past and still make me hunger for the future. I still hunger and strive to recreate the first experience, like the first time I tasted custard, my mum’s oat porridge, shortbread biscuits. I seek to repeat those. I experience new, unfamiliar taste in this quest, some not as good but some new and equally as good. Still, the search continues. With every effort, I experience something new.
No matter how many times I visit the great cathedrals and places of worship, I still feel the divine presence.