We spend this lifetime defining our relationships. It's the same human obsession that possibly drives us to chase titles at work. (Actually, that's not a simplification, it's both our obsession with definition/social validation and then of course taxonomy - the desire to put items into buckets).
It's hard to escape this trap - both at work and in life. Even in simple platonic relationships - there is a desire to classify a relationship. It's human.
I too was part of this trap (till as recently as possibly 10 years ago).
And today I hate it with a vengeance, My hate stems from recognizing how conditioned my own responses to a definition are.
I want to be able to live in a world - where I exist to make the world a better place for someone else. I want to able to quite literally move inches for the other person. Help the other person with work, help them overcome their own biases, help me see a new way of being. And conversely, do all of this via them for me too.
I also want to drink up, have fun - announce my allegiance to them via a speech, but all of these - only as completely complementary aspects of our larger human connection.
Like today someone asked me - what am I to you? I wanted to answer - a lovely poem - but I guess the answer might not have made sense to that person.
I remained mum.
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