aphorisms on a romanticized image
we lust to become infatuated with the love of an image.
Communication with another is a dance with words and emotions. And in that dance, conflict is inevitable.
Life moves fast. Actually, life flows fast. We imagine ourselves capturing snapshots of the present to then imagine them as the past. But these snapshots are never as vivid as we hope. We've all experienced a movie depicting a flashback scene, where a character imagines the past as vividly as today, seemingly able to sit down and truly remember a deep essence of their life. But we do not experience this, do we? This seems obvious of course. In some sense it is.
We never truly get those static images back. The moments we attempt to capture are blurred, as though we recall them while riding on a rollercoaster, attempting to remember that static image before its quickly consumed by a new abstraction of the mind. The ride goes fast. It flows fast. The essence of the memory isn't actually an image, it's a whisper. A whisper that flows into a new static image that to will inevitably be imagined in the past.
Our fate becomes defined by our created fantasies.
What if we never truly confront those traumatic memories of the past? What if some memories are best left a mystery to the image of yourself?
The feeling of despair comes from a feeling of lack. And it is in this lack that I find a desire to create. However, my feeling of lack is seemingly endless. It is a deep, deep…deep hole. But I like it. I think. Anyway, I better get creating if I ever wish to see just how deep that hole goes.
Hatred is more closely related to love than we wish to accept.
What comes to mind when you think of unregulated hate? Probably a form of anger that we find ourselves feeling that pulls us into a pit of misery that, in many ways, feels endless. We know that this unregulated hatred leads to a life clouded by misjudgment, irrationality, and no peace.
I'd argue that unregulated hate is easier to imagine than unregulated love. Because we perceive love as a feeling that is inevitably good. Love must always be good, right? Always?! It’s probably not.
Do you think your judgment has ever been clouded by becoming so infatuated with someone that you can no longer think straight? Precisely. We can imagine this. Oh... 'but infatuation isn't love, it's lust'...lies. Infatuation, love, and lust are inevitably always connected. It's a little bit of everything all of the time.
The evolution of a relationship is taking part in an act of continuous resurrection.
Deep connections are built on fear.
We strive to create a sense of continuity and structure in our lives, with ourselves, while yearning for an identity that adheres to some sort of coherent plan. But what if the default mode of our mind is a fragmented state? One that continually manipulates itself into a cohesive sense of wholeness. In between the fragments of our own minds is a state of true uncertainty. And we create further fragmentation in every encounter with another, where we then manipulate ourselves, for our own sanity, into a cohesive narrative with the other.
The narrative with yourself is forever uncertain. And the narrative with a loved one is too.
The love you seek is built on an acceptance of uncertainty.
You witness yourself as a romanticized image. And then you become able to witness someone seeing you as their own romanticized image. You now find yourself standing between two images and you are neither of them.
So, you are left to wonder, if the image they are falling for isn’t me, who is it they are falling for? And if so, how many?
There are people that conform. And then there are people that lie about their rebellion against conformity.
Stay curious.
aphorisms on a romanticized image
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