Trying to unravel life is fun because it’s just like the dance of 7 veils. Each peeled layer revealing and concealing, giving and teasing. Just when you think you have it all figured out, life kicks you in the ass or pats you on the back; bitch slapping you into rethinking what you thought you knew.
And so I’m thinking maybe that’s what life is. It is that elusive girl you are dying to know, burning to sleep with. But you can’t. That denial keeps your fascination going (the best time and the best sex is what you have in your head).
Contrarily, if you were to get that girl (literally and metaphorically), you would know her inside out and maybe even love her more. But give or take a few years of domesticated bliss, would she turn you on, excite you as much? I’m guessing not.
And because most of us seek an exciting life, she obliges us by continuing to be the enigma she is, ebbing and flowing in our veins; so that we may stay entirely engaged and mostly enthralled by her, for her, for ourselves.