Feast

But first, one more taste.

Love in life is not always as it appears. She has what she wants but she looks for again until she questions what she sought in the first place. Possibly it is a form of self sabotage to grasp her dream but remain curious about what is left to explore.

The tender experience of motherhood is a time that will never be relived after it has passed but she still asks herself, how much love do you need? Is it insatiable to live between contrasts when one side will eventually risk the other?

Those closest to her can hurt the most and love the most. She decides between creating a distance to protect herself or opening fully to receive. She will choose what she knows, the choice that makes sense. In the end, it is possible to feel completely fulfilled but never fully satisfied.

Maybe the discontentment was contrived.