Imagine that you met and married the most beautiful women you had ever seen.
A wild mane of long wavy hair, long sexy legs covered in olive skin and big, abundant boobs.
Now fast forward 2 years…
She’s just not hot to you anymore.
Other women are more interesting, more attractive.
There’s a feeling of resentment in you towards your wife.
“She doesn’t like to have sex.”
“We’re not that compatible anymore.”
Stories in your head build about why it is that you feel the way you do.
You consider proposing some form of open relationship, but hold it in to avoid rocking the boat.
This nagging sexual boredom follows you like a cloud.
Therefore you punt the resentment to tomorrow with a combination of copes…
Weed, beer, porn, work, sports.
On the outside, your life is mostly good, and you’re happy to keep up the image.
But inside, you have a distinct shame for the lack of sex and passion in your marriage.
Therefore you feel disconnected from your wife, you withhold your real feelings from your friends, and you limp along in a ‘successful’ career.
But then something breaks in you.
Not a breakdown, but a breakthrough.
Through some ordinary miracle, you grasp a glimpse of clarity that snaps you back to the grounded reality that your sexuality is actually, well, yours.
Your responsibility, your direction, your control.
Arriving home from work with a new and mysterious agency that works in you like the muse herself, you surprise your wife with the sexual passion she has been bereft of for 18 months.
She spins to life, aflame by the injection of energy and presence.
The resentment melts from the heat. The bullshit, the confusion, the seeking and the craving and the other women.
It melts away from the heat of your own inner flame.
Now you are left with the unrelenting knowing that it is you, and only you, who stewards this flame.
It was never hers, never theirs.
You are once again married to the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.
Her long flowing hair, her wild and mysterious shape, her luscious skin.
The only thing different is you.