We meet and interact with so many people in life, yet how many of those can we claim to truly know, despite regular meetings or communication? How many of them have realities that tend to differ from their projection of it? How many can never live up to the idea of them that we, in the naïve poetry of our souls, tend to build up, only to be disappointed, one word or action at a time; and give up on the relationship thinking that they’ve changed? Do we really fall for the qualities in people, or for the qualities they evoke in us; do we fall for their personalities or for the ideas we form in our heads about them?
What does it mean, dear reader, to know another person?
Perhaps it is vital to make the most of any relationship; to let it play out as it must, and have its way with you, so to speak. A relationship should be allowed to inspire you, enrich you and nourish you with its positivity and nutrients, for, given the uncertainty of life, the only thing that you can be sure of retaining from it, is the vibration of connection, the energy of understanding, and, of course, the friendship and love. The spiritual connection will live on, even after the physical is long gone. Even the unwelcome parts of a relationship, should you let it, will serve the purpose of helping you explore your own self and discover your hidden or latent aspects, for every knowing is a two-way process. We get to know ourselves as we begin to know another person.
Yet within this two way process too, there can be two sides. Sometimes, the things that are magnificent to behold, lose their glory when actually held; so a person may also lose their enigma, or the beautiful idea of themselves that they’ve helped create by meshing with your own ideas of them, once known on a deeper, a more intimate level. In other words, knowing someone beyond the surface sometimes ruins their poetry, for the poetry of some relationships usually lie in not knowing, in wondering, in creating; which is why reality can be disappointing and even heart breaking at times.
Yet no matter what, as immortal souls and mortal beings, we tend to have ties towards other souls, pull towards people, a sense of belonging and collectiveness; and as long as that exists, the line between fictional poetry and the reality of the regular will continue to be blurred, and the boundary perpetually crossed; and every relationship, every knowing, will walk as much in reality, as it will dance in poetry and fiction.
Until next time,
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg