“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
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I was contacted over the last several months by a few old, intimate friends, some of which were ex-girlfriends. I considered these now defunct dating relationships (and still do) to be quite significant to my life whether past or present. Now they have disappeared into that mysterious lost world of attachment, again. If history holds true, I should not hear from them again for another ten or twelve months or more, or perhaps never again. Why is that?
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I suppose the freedom and pursuit of happiness and meaningful experience in all of our human interactions is in these cases just too risky an endeavor within the subtle framework of traditional attachment. These situations sadden me to be honest because it was they who missed me and contacted me after so long. I find this curious and perplexing… and so I write.
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I did not graduate from elementary and junior high school by passing one subject. I did not graduate from high school or college by passing one subject. As obvious as those implications might seem, why did we all take so many various subjects throughout our educations? What did it benefit us? Why was it required to pass many subjects? Could we not have functioned or succeeded in life just as well with only one single subject of study? Of course not, so why should our relationships/friendships be any different?
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Allow me to put this analogy in another perspective. How about your teachers or your classmates? Would it be considered well and fine if they forbid you to study any other subject but their own? Or what about the not so ancient business of human slavery? Isn’t it fine and well to own slaves to benefit the personal well-being of the owner? Of course not, so why should our relationships/friendships be any different?
Yet, too often I discover this curious, perplexing attachment in relationships today. One subject and one subject only… and it seems to be either chosen or enforced, verbally or non-verbally, in action or by passiveness. Very reminiscent of ages and civilizations gone when proprietary rights ruled in all aspects of life and home.
Edgar Cayce believed, as I believe, that soul mates (i.e. persons in our life that through interaction we become acutely aware of our shortcomings and our abilities) were to be embraced…forever.
“Soul mates (not one but many) are individuals that are not our full compliment or other half that makes us complete, but rather in being with those individuals we are provided with an impetus to become whole ourselves AND to offer the same to them.”
Fullfillment, happiness, problems or obstacles are all presented in the relationships/friendships for a purpose:
“they are infinite opportunities of invaluable assistance to mature mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually. Soul mates are not to be feared by a partner, but on the contrary should be encouraged by both to grow as they may.”
How well do you live freely? How well do you love freely? How deeply and how freely are YOU loved…and how freely is it given?
“…When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.“
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