Although her question didn’t fit the format of the blog, I emailed her back with this: I don’t believe in pining! If I want more, I go back and get it. If I’ve had enough, I move on.
I equate pining with purgatory. But then I got to thinking about it.
Back in April I posted, Libra In Love With Virgo: Keep Pining Or No?
I was astonished at the passionate arguments that erupted. People have very strong feelings about this.
“..some of the best art (poetry, music, painting etc)is the result/inspired by/an expression of …pining.”
“Van Gogh pined over a prostitute. He cut of an ear and sent it to her, but never painted her. That’s pining for you.”
And then arachnid jumped in with this:
“Van Gogh didn’t cut his ear off because of some bitch. He cut his ear off because he was crazy. She just happened to be his bitch at the time so she got the ear.”
What do you think?