I’ve been thinking a lot about the human connection lately — what it means to love and be loved, what it means to spend your time on this Earth with someone who appreciates the real. It is something that I have pondered long before this era of self-isolation and social distancing, but perhaps spending so much time alone has made me confront in a more thorough manner. Regardless, my postulations about the relationships of any type — romantic, platonic, nothing in the middle — have deepened.
I have reflected on how people develop genuine bonds and the double-edged sword of the formation of that connection. It is a beautiful thing to find someone who values you and wants to be near you, but also frightening. It is scary to trust someone with your sensitivity and the development of interdependence. Because, one day, that person might decide to disconnect from what you thought it was a good thing. And few things are as psychologically painful as the feeling that your existence is an obstruction or a failure.
As someone who is very guarded, I often cite the fear of hurt and rejection as reasons to keep my emotions in a glass box — visible, but with barricades. It is the dark side of the human connection of the currency. However, I’ve recently become more intrigued by the pink color of the facet of the intimacy that makes the vulnerability worth it. The path in search of a genuine soulmate, definitely has bumps in the road, but I don’t think that I’m almost as scared of these failures, as it used to be. This is something that I have personally understood in terms of romance, but the concept of totality and, by love, connecting with someone can apply to friendships, family relationships, etc., Is wonderfully universal, which is the reason why the songs ahead of it have been on repeat this past week.
