Do you measure the level of emotional commitment one invests in a close relationship by how long one is willing to maintain it even as it turns dishonest or disrespectful? Or do you measure that level via the sometimes-visible intensity its interaction projects to the viewing public? Weighed equally, what’s visibly viewed and mentally digested without knowledge of true feeling is a decision made most neglectful! Can one tell, of another, only by outward sign and no honest insight, if a projected smile hides a sad, silent heart?
Protecting the sanctity and honor of a promise made of love is like getting a tattoo; a ‘forever’ proposition and the pride of the village idiot, for sure! At the highest levels, awhirl with those we projected should represent us, our leaders, lawmakers and iconic caricatures toss us, along with promise, out the door!
Reminiscing of days gone by; twenty-four hours took too long and the last hour of work was like torture, especially on Fridays. “Last call for alcohol” meant it was time to guzzle down the drink in hand and order one more for the road! Why does that sound so stupid to me? Now...I want each day to last an extra hour or two; I’d work weekends to extend the joy of living and if it would bring back all of the victims of accidents due to excessive drinking, I’d not have another drop!
It is always good not to forget that everyone has a personal emotional armor they develop and harden to protect them from trying, stress-filled situations! Just as you steer clear of negative situations and vibrations, also does another. Too many of us have to remember; not enough of us opt not to forget. Understand that if you have to remember, you have already forgotten. Make the knowledge of understanding and accepting others become something you know, foremost!
A relative’s farewell is never more than bittersweet! The emotional onslaught of so final a finale as being forced to say good-bye for the last time. To what degree removed…the sadness; a parent or child, a brother or sister, an aunt, uncle or a cousin? No spouse! What of the farewell; naught but a friend? Rest now!
I think you measure the emotional commitment by the sum total of their actions and words, public and private. Further compounded by the person's willingness to right a wrong, earn forgiveness and regain lost respect and trust. Though I don't think an individual without close, intimate knowledge can know if another person is hiding a sad heart.
ReplyDeleteThe older we get, the faster the time seems to go. Some days I want to be over as quickly as possible and others I am reminded that life does not go on forever. Isn't it sobering that this day may, in fact, be the last time you take part in whatever it is you are doing?
A relative's farewell is never easy though sometimes a person's passing is a blessing. For I would not want someone to suffer in writhing pain for the sake of marking another day. The loss of a spouse, is a sadness I don't think one ever recovers.