Why are all human relationships so hard. Why must they be so incredibly painful.
I don't word this as a question but rather as a statement because I know that there is no answer.
There is no cure to the sickness of difficulty that seeps into relationships sooner or later. We wonder why we let ourselves get so affected. We wonder what is it that makes us so vulnerable, so weak, so miserable.
Whether it's your mother, your sister, your best friend or your lover-- all kinds of relationships are hard.
But the hardest? Opening up to a stranger.
There is a certain joy in baring one's soul to a single other person. Baring your soul and then baring your body. Being naked, both spiritually and physically, is the most uncomfortable we have been raised to be. Because naked means that you are another insignificant human being with the million flaws that a well fitted black polo shirt or an Instagram filter cannot hide. The fact remains, consistently trying to be perfect, consistently trying to be the best possible version of yourself is extremely exhausting. All of us are self-employed in acting jobs. We act out different roles in our lives in different situations and then recuperate-- thinking without fail the seemingly innocuous question; Who the fuck am I?
And then when we meet that one person we want to be naked with and we say to ourselves, this is it, let me map onto this person, the one form of myself that I like best, the form that he/she likes best too incidentally. And then it happens. We get naked and we dive foolishly and completely into each other discovering facets about each other than resonate and get giddy over small things like Oh, you like blue colored toothbrushes? Me too. Out of the 8 billion people in the world, you like blue toothbrushes-- I am so lucky I met you.
The problem is. That one person can never satisfy you. Those different roles that you play during the day are parts of you that you cannot do away with. Those parts of you catch up and you realize that it is impossible for someone to understand you because you, yourself don't understand what it is you actually are.
Human beings are wonderful, weird creatures that are responsible for both the good things that happen to them and the bad things. We create our own troubles and weep till dawn and then we create our own happiness and dance to rhythums that we have created. We manufacture love and feed it to ourselves greedily-- it can never be enough to wholly satisfy us.
Find that one person you want to be with. Forget what you want and spend your time trying to understand the other. It is easier to focus on someone else than unravel the turmoil inside because there is no end to it.
I don't word this as a question but rather as a statement because I know that there is no answer.
There is no cure to the sickness of difficulty that seeps into relationships sooner or later. We wonder why we let ourselves get so affected. We wonder what is it that makes us so vulnerable, so weak, so miserable.
Whether it's your mother, your sister, your best friend or your lover-- all kinds of relationships are hard.
But the hardest? Opening up to a stranger.
There is a certain joy in baring one's soul to a single other person. Baring your soul and then baring your body. Being naked, both spiritually and physically, is the most uncomfortable we have been raised to be. Because naked means that you are another insignificant human being with the million flaws that a well fitted black polo shirt or an Instagram filter cannot hide. The fact remains, consistently trying to be perfect, consistently trying to be the best possible version of yourself is extremely exhausting. All of us are self-employed in acting jobs. We act out different roles in our lives in different situations and then recuperate-- thinking without fail the seemingly innocuous question; Who the fuck am I?
And then when we meet that one person we want to be naked with and we say to ourselves, this is it, let me map onto this person, the one form of myself that I like best, the form that he/she likes best too incidentally. And then it happens. We get naked and we dive foolishly and completely into each other discovering facets about each other than resonate and get giddy over small things like Oh, you like blue colored toothbrushes? Me too. Out of the 8 billion people in the world, you like blue toothbrushes-- I am so lucky I met you.
The problem is. That one person can never satisfy you. Those different roles that you play during the day are parts of you that you cannot do away with. Those parts of you catch up and you realize that it is impossible for someone to understand you because you, yourself don't understand what it is you actually are.
Human beings are wonderful, weird creatures that are responsible for both the good things that happen to them and the bad things. We create our own troubles and weep till dawn and then we create our own happiness and dance to rhythums that we have created. We manufacture love and feed it to ourselves greedily-- it can never be enough to wholly satisfy us.
Find that one person you want to be with. Forget what you want and spend your time trying to understand the other. It is easier to focus on someone else than unravel the turmoil inside because there is no end to it.
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