Love Affairs
I recently read the astute comment that we ("we" being society I suppose) are too quick to judge a love affair as "a success" only if it lasts for the proverbial "until death do us part" and as "a failure" if it lasts only for a short time. The point was that a love affair -- or relationship or whatever you want to term it -- can be deemed successful if you enjoyed the time you spent in it, or learned something, or became stronger, or whatever. A love that ended is not by default a failure. This resonated with me. Perhaps because I haven't found the one great love to last until death. Perhaps because I have had a number of relationships that while short by the classic definition, have in part helped shape who I am today. Because of my experiences, I am stronger, perhaps more sympathetic to the many plots of life, and less likely to settle just to please the "we." I would of course love to find that someone; who wouldn't? But until then, I'm grateful for my short-term love affairs.

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Ditto. Every broken heart, every soaring leap of faith, every hesitant lateral two-step in the dance of interpersonal relationships makes you more of who you are. Or so I tell myself to account for the lack of commitment to this point. But I am more who I am today, than I was last year, or even last month, and that is part and parcel of those I have been involved with.
Emotional pain hurts, but regret deadens.
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