The string and the wind

I keep piling life lessons… I'm more prone to experiences though and take some time to transform them into actual learning... the kind you can act upon… or try at least. Life taught me how naïve, neglecting, even reckless it was to expect that one person could suffice all your needs… complete you in every possible way… be the extension of your desires, the follower of your thoughts, the supplier of your happiness. Yet I also learned that one who’s important enough for you to keep close and maintain affection, the one for whom you care increasingly, to which you devote your uniqueness, that one can’t possible be a half meaningful someone.

The most precious possession you have to share is your uniqueness..the truthful spontaneity of your feelings… and by being precious this is of highly restrict access… this is the nature of intimacy and complicity... In order to share this you need the security of trust. Trust, a highly neglected issue these days... Being trustworthy is not only about telling the truth. That’s honesty. Being trustworthy relies in the ability and will to sew a net of strings increasingly thigh and strong, still flexible at the same time... a net that invites another person to peacefully lie down and enjoy the ride. This soft yet resistant net of strings is the foundation of trust and the walls surrounding the space for share.

The strongest these strings the more they defy the threats of distance, the menaces of misunderstanding… actually given their flexibility they fill the space between… embracing the now merely apparent distance and serving as channels to avoid the noise of the sometimes somewhat confusing circumstances.

A wool blanket is strong but not very flexible… it will not endure through time and space. You can’t come with a borrowed blanket to fake cosiness, ‘cause when you leave taking the blanket with you there’s nothing left besides empty space in the between, that sourceless of references is no more than void. I see why you prefer the blanket over a net of connected silk strings… you may posses the blanket while you’ll always have to share the strings. The thin fragile string you left in the foolish careless effort to keep the connection will end up blown by the wind…

You need to learn how to sew!