Love & Intimacy pt.1

In the scorching heat of the desert sun, as your parched throat cries out for relief, coming across a deep well of water seems like the most amazing and blessed gift that you could ever be given! You drink and drink and drink, savouring every drop that kisses your lips. But as you continue drawing the water from the unseen depths you begin to notice that there is a bit less in the bucket than the last time, and the next time there is even less.

It appears that there isn't enough water replenishing the well to meet the demands of your unquenchable thirst.

The never-ending heat offers no reprieve and you feel mocked and scorned. Yes, you were miraculously provided with water, the very thing you were desperately longing for, but it only served to prolong the inevitable ending you were trying to escape. You were fooled into thinking that there was a chance to survive and now it feels as if you are being taunted for your misplaced hope.

How did you end up in the desert anyway? Wrong turn? I suppose it doesn't matter since it doesn't seem hopeful that you're going to last much longer. Death may appear certain but you still have a choice to make. Are you going to simply lie down next to this well, this symbol of hope, content to face your end alone and defeated? Or are you going to gather what's left of your strength and continue on in hopes of finding the source of this well? After all, a well must be fed by something greater. Its water must come from somewhere...but where? And how will you ever find it?

So the question remains: what are you prepared to do?

"...Anyone who drinks this water will soon become thirsty again. But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again...'Please, sir,' the woman said, 'give me this water! Then I’ll never be thirsty again...'"