One of the most mysterious wonders
of this world, in my opinion, is that of relationships. It’s a bond between
people that so seemingly serves as a reflection of who we are, and
inadvertently shapes who we become. Relationships are so varied with
complexity, but yet so simple. They are two-faced in a sense. We long, search,
and experiment with different people, and different situations. All in hopes
that we will find our perfect fit. Only to sometimes come to the realization
that our relationship trials were destined to end in error.
It’s risky.
But yet, we all find it a risk
worth taking. Why? Well, because of love. To experience the joy of having
someone to love, and having someone to love you. It’s a feeling that provides
us all with a sense of completion. It gives us security in a life where
anything goes. Love is the constant, the one thing we know for sure. But why
then are relationships so fleeting? When the reason we enter into them at all
is to find the stability of an unselfish love?
Consider your relationships for a
moment, be they kinships, friendships, or romantic. Think about what serves as
the foundation of the bonds you have come to share with the people most
significant in your life. For me it’s trust. A trust that assures me that it’s
okay to feel the vulnerability and openness real love calls for. Its
trust that compels me to share a constant such as love with someone, whatever
our dynamic might be; family, friend, or partner. Once our trust has grown
enough that we can share love, it’s constant for me… even when trust is broken.
I guess I would say that although trust serves as the foundation of my
relationships, love sustains them. By this I have to ask myself what about the
relationships that have seemingly ended? If love is a constant, do
relationships ever really end? I don’t know. I can’t say that I can give a
concrete logical answer to that question, but my heart says no. Once love has
developed, no matter how the relationship met its demise, a connection is still
shared. The memory of the security, the happiness, the consistency of that love,
somehow sustains that relationship to a varying degree.
This stuff makes you think, huh? As
you reflect, ask yourself if you believe love loss is really possible? Or if a
true sign of wisdom birthed by experience, is to be able to confidently say “I
have no love lost”? Mysterious indeed, are the topics of love and our
relationships with others. But what about the relationship we have with
ourselves? Is the same complexity still there? If love is a constant, and the
relationship with ourselves is always present, is the only way to know a
consistent love is to develop the relationship we have with ourselves? Food for
thought…
(To be continued in the next post)
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