We Don't Own The People We Love
We don't. It's as simple as that.
We have no right to decide what they feel, or how they express themselves. It is not our place to make them feel bad about that expression... there is so much inside every person, a universe we will never experience directly. We should feel blessed if we can find someone who is willing to share their universe with us.
We are at the whim of a complex reality that doesn't always go the way we'd like it to... the wrong people can love us, the right people can hate us, and we can be gone in an instant. We never expect people to die... until they do, we're all immortal.
We take each other for granted most of the time. Close calls remind us how fragile all of our existence is... if we're lucky, or maybe smart, a close call also helps us see what really matters, if only for a little while... but some of us can't. We are ruled by petty jealousies and temporary emotions, all of which hurt the very people we care so much about.
Personal expression is holy... more than any god or religion. It is the universe inside us spilling out into the world. If you really love someone, try to respect the sanctity of who they are inside, because that is all they can share with you.
There is a childlike earnesty to creative expression... even after years of study, my arts spill out of me sometimes, full of joy and life. They are a fragment of my soul, filtered through my mortal mind. I have felt the pain of the rejection of those very pieces of me... it is a cruel, deep pain. One of the worst ways the universe without can touch the universe within. I am saddened when I see this happen to others.
It teaches them that what is inside them is wrong somehow... that their honest expressions of feelings and ideas are not theirs to make. That they must seek the approval of others to be good enough.
That they need the people who hurt them.
We have no right to decide what they feel, or how they express themselves. It is not our place to make them feel bad about that expression... there is so much inside every person, a universe we will never experience directly. We should feel blessed if we can find someone who is willing to share their universe with us.
We are at the whim of a complex reality that doesn't always go the way we'd like it to... the wrong people can love us, the right people can hate us, and we can be gone in an instant. We never expect people to die... until they do, we're all immortal.
We take each other for granted most of the time. Close calls remind us how fragile all of our existence is... if we're lucky, or maybe smart, a close call also helps us see what really matters, if only for a little while... but some of us can't. We are ruled by petty jealousies and temporary emotions, all of which hurt the very people we care so much about.
Personal expression is holy... more than any god or religion. It is the universe inside us spilling out into the world. If you really love someone, try to respect the sanctity of who they are inside, because that is all they can share with you.
There is a childlike earnesty to creative expression... even after years of study, my arts spill out of me sometimes, full of joy and life. They are a fragment of my soul, filtered through my mortal mind. I have felt the pain of the rejection of those very pieces of me... it is a cruel, deep pain. One of the worst ways the universe without can touch the universe within. I am saddened when I see this happen to others.
It teaches them that what is inside them is wrong somehow... that their honest expressions of feelings and ideas are not theirs to make. That they must seek the approval of others to be good enough.
That they need the people who hurt them.
posted by Tibbittz at 8:07 PM
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