Relationships that is the name of the game. Everywhere I look, be it married, cheating, dating, contemplating leaving, being in one, or reluctant to enter, relationships seem to be under a tidal wave of emotions, mixed with justifications, perceptions, and the big one( the lessons)
One would say relationships are work, and should not be thought of as anything other than something you sacrifice; compromise, finding a middle road to sustain. Another would suggest sacrifice as an insult to your being and compromise is just semantics to the suggestion of what sacrifice is. Then of course you have your categorized relationships (the functional, and the dysfunctional) And boy is this topic never-ending.. It starts from A to Z. A meaning arrogance, and Z meaning, she loved her zebra more than me!!!
One does not ever want to find themselves in a dysfunctional relationship. This portrays a whole in your partner of choice and therefore a whole in yourself. You may want to seek counsel to iron out the dysfunction of you by choosing to be with someone who has a whole. This seems to be a better way in shifting the blame. As if it isn’t big enough race as it is to find that special someone before your ovaries shrink to little raisins and the tiny little laugh lines begin to look like the grand canyon marching across your face. Lets face it ladies, the saying of aged to perfection may work for wine, but for women its called whining!! Once you zoom past thirty the clock never breaks. Now lets throw yet another category of duality into the sacredness of what it means to love to bog our minds with more dysfunction of ourselves. It is me who is dysfunctional by choosing to be with you who is not functional. Woo hoo!!
WE will call it the god relationship which is perfect ( functional) and full of butterfly’s and dewy rain drops, or the Devil Relationship(dysfunctional) which is the equivalence of that aged old expression the devil made me do it cause I aint accepting any responsibility. Yup that makes sense.
Then there are those, who say they have assumed complete responsibility by choosing to focus on themselves by never leaving room for a relationship to blossom. And they convince themselves that being alone is much better than being in a dysfunctional relationship. Really? Since when was your own arms able to embrace you in a hug, or listen to the rantings of your day as your partner (the devils advocate) suggests another perception other than your own. That kind of interaction aint going to be found on Oprah, or your next self-help book. It can only be found in the act of doing. Not observing what the act of doing may look like, from the comfort of your couch eating bon bons. Talk about dysfunction!!
How much growth can you possibly obtain if you don’t do it through unity and integration of another individual’s view-point? You can stay in your ivory towers growing your locks of hair, but the cobwebs are growing everywhere. Rapunzel Rapunzel!! throw down, oh never mind, your too damn old to have any hair!!
Lets face it, there is no perfect relationship, functional or dysfunctional, because all are imperfect in your perfect forms. Everyone under construction riddled with dysfunction from every time you encountered disharmony, and pain in your life. You, have built those walls to protect from this fear of not having control creating the psychosis that goes along with it (the dysfunction)
Dysfunction isn’t being in a dysfunctional relationship. It is categorizing something as dysfunctional to justify your strengths and weaknesses, as a dysfunctional relationship. For the abused become the conqueror, and the abuser becomes the abused. As Buddha who once lived in dysfunction through the controlling will of his parents as a prince, became a vagabond by dysfunctional means to feel the serenity of himself in a dysfunctional world and freed himself of his dysfunction. We too are doing the same.
The simple fact is just when you think you know, you don’t. Just when you think you have put something in its nice little categorized box, another dynamic of life comes and knocks you out of your “obsessive compulsive disorder” Sorry, but your underwear drawer can no longer be coordinated by color. The blues will have to touch the reds at some time, and your willingness to control everything around you will be squashed, until you submit your next subscription to faith. Faith in yourself, faith in others, faith, that all is as it should be, and the faith to always choose love. No matter where it leads you, into a dark alley, or upon rainbows is the tandem relationship with god mimicked in man. Why do you think they call it “making love” and if god is love, then what do you think you are making when you choose to be vulunerable and naked as you once was? To let go of your fear, to trust, to feel the guidance, opening your eyes seeing the love sewn into every fiber of your life. And for those who are in a relationship contemplating if it is worth it.
Don’t worry it always becomes clear in time. Perhaps not in the time frame you want it to be in, but it always resonates within you. One day you just wake up knowing. So stop your psycho babble, self destructive analyzing between the lines, it gets you no where but more self doubt.
Its like cooking spaghetti. You can never tell that its done just by looking at the pot. You have to throw it on the wall, and see if its sticks. If you are in doubt just remember god stirs the pot. Sometimes your damn free will needs to be shaken a bit.
Relationships, are not meant to be easy cause you certainly weren’t easy. Hence the story of the Garden of Eden. Even when you did have perfection it wasnt enough, you still needed duality. We needed to run around in circles a thousand life times apparently just to come back to the origin of being aware but not needing to be aware. And you call this knowledge, and wisdom? A wisdom you have somehow convinced yourself that the only way to know is from comparison of what good and bad is? That your success is based on someone elses failure? That your functional living with a dysfunctional person? Hope that apple was worth it?
You will not have the luxury of living in your black and white world unless you are a zebra, and even then you have to worry about the next predator eating you for dinner. Did you really think it was going to be that easy? Did you really think I would be the parent who would bail you out of jail on one of your late night drink fests? All you have is a choice now make one. You can choose to let go,and trust that someone other than yourself may have the answers, or keep glued to that cliff by your fingernails. And remember not making a choice, is making one.. Oh and the wind is blowing..
Sincerely
The Universe (also known as god)