My recent dating experiences have left me with the feeling of why I would never get married again–unless the person I considered marrying, cared that I
e x i s t e d and I would have to care that he existed too…
Marriage, for the most part, is pretty archaic. Very rare is the marriage that is founded on the non-traditional model of societal hierarchy. I have heard some women say, “My husband cared that I existed when I met him. Maybe I am jaded but it never lasts…” I have heard similar comments from men.
Yes, when we only consider our experiences in the world, our views can remain slanted, jaded and thus we do not keep ourselves open to all the beautiful relationships that are possible (or extricate ourselves from the ones that become impossible!)
When someone cares that you exist, they care that your essence exists. Perhaps many individuals refer to the “image” of the Other. They care about the image of the Other when they meet, marry and procreate. How many couples do you think actually value the existence and essence of their partner? And when two people care that the other exists?
That caring never changes.
It is the existence of Essence that matters and fills one’s heart up. But if one does not understand essence or existence, the value of life and death, of course the caring/love will not last. A question we might all ask ourselves: Did the love ever exist?
To value another one must care that that person above all else in their world–is safe, well, happy and loved (always). It has nothing at all to do with the Little You and your little wants. How many people do you know who understand that anything lies beyond their Little Self and their little wants…?
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It is no wonder that many of us end up with a Snidely Whiplash and and a Nell Fenwick. Cartoon characters and unsavory ones at that! When individuals do not understand the need to value their own existence, take care of their needs and their happiness, they sometimes marry dis-asters not knowing they did so, until it is too late. There is no rebuilding or rehabilitating dis-asters. Disasters are like train-wrecks, you are lucky to escape and survive the rubble…
And when you do? Best to be sure to not miss that Noon Train comin round the bend, on the Other Track– and just in the nick of Time!
(see you on that train!)
So, when that Clock is about to strike 12 and that noon train is approaching around the bend; the tracks are laden with golden bricks pointing in a Direction and your life is asking you: Decide, Decide, Decide…who are you going to listen to? Your heart or your mind? (The Child or the Adult?)
(only time will tell…)
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