… Finding you can change, learning you were wrong.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we would find in each man’s life a sorrow and a suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How hard it is to live while judging another’s worthiness, and setting up lofty standards for our own selves. We set ourselves up for each day of trial, a test by the fire of illusion, everyday. We make life hard by our statements, laws, and decrees. We birth misery out of our plain ignorance of our basic bonds. We raise a structure that is meant to be a fort to keep us safe from the prying, judging eyes of others, and spend our lives in said prison of our own making. We hesitate to forgive, for we have not been forgiven. We do not pause before walking away, for we have been walked away from. We wring our hands and shun the urge to share our stories first, lest we set our cards down and the other chooses to not do so. We want to be open, but stifle the courage to do so first. To reach out first. To express care first. To show another how much we value them, only because we have not been shown that we matter much to anybody. We never show our true selves to anybody to let them know of our support and the warmth of our being, and yet we wonder if someday when we are gone, would we be missed at all? We crumble our lives to existence. We reduce relationships to calculated give-and-take. And in that moment, we decide to blind ourselves to the possibility of the unconditional.
Celine Dion’s ‘All the Way‘ is one of my favourite albums of all time. I borrowed the tape from my aunt when I was around 11, and never returned it back to her. I first heard this song on it, and fell in love with the simplicity of the message. The recognition of a harmony so unfamiliar to two people, in a relationship that is as natural as sunshine as rain, as the orbit of the earth. An energy so pure and beautiful, that they are what myths are all about. And it seems like a cosmic pun that the realization dawns so suddenly that it is hard to believe that the legends had something to them. Could it be? But simplicity has no answer to cold philosophy. It merely points the straight way, and it is a choice to walk it, and it is a choice to not.