Why am I often drawn to things that are out of my reach? Is it the chase that thrills me more than the actual capture? It’s interesting how I always romanticise about what can’t be easily attained.
The chase infuses my mundane life with a sense of excitement and possibility. It’s the “what if” game that keeps me alert and engaged, anxious yet electrified. This very impulse can turn any pursuit into an exhilarating experience, much like being infatuated with someone, with its emotional highs, lows and unexpected developments.
Perhaps I’m sounding a little obsessed with my handbag, but don’t worry about me. I understand that pouring my energy into people who value and return my affections is a healthier way to live. Love is a perpetual energy with living things. I’ve got no fetish for my leather purse.
No matter how gorgeous she looks.
