The Relationships We Have

 

 

Consider the relationships our lives are comprised of and by which they are formed.  

 

Familial, romantic, and platonic are terms to differentiate the types of direct connections within our human group.  Outside of these, there are the spiritual and political.   Less obvious are the relationships we have with our careers, passions, vices, physical bodies, conscience, and thoughts.

 

How does the nature of each relationship reflect behavior?  How does it inform our sense of self?  How does it lend to the purpose of life as well as our purpose in life?  

Is it possible to separate ourselves and our relationships from the carnal, the visceral, the flesh, the intellect?  That is, can a relationship exist independent of its associations (inherent or otherwise)?  Is it futile to search for a relationship that does not feed from expectation nor carries out like a well-structured syllabus?  A relationship that exists in this sphere because it does--because to exist is enough?

To exist should be enough, but it is not.  It hardly ever is, or seems to be, enough.  

 

There is a yearning that persists.  An active curiosity that pulsates loudly.  It leaves me questioning the  "realities" that are apparent, and it makes living feel like a horrible chore.  Gradually, I feel less and less human, dissolved from a world where relationships of any form have to demonstrate a certain level of return and equity to qualify as valuable. 

I wonder this: can love exist outside of a shared connection between two entities?  Can love live on its own?  

 

If it is possible, then surely it is proof that to exist is, in and of itself, enough. 

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My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth. 

 -1 John 3:18

 

 

(Entry written on September 11, 2021)