When we find out that a significant other has been unfaithful we are faced with some serious decisions. There is some time that must to be taken to reflect. This is a time that we must be gentle with ourselves.
A trust has been broken. A bond that we feel we have formed with another, torn apart in a single instant, and for what? Twenty minutes of pleasure, of which most likely, wasn't even all that enjoyable and most definitely not intense. There is no connection in some random fuck. The worst part is that most often than not it's done out of spite. Had the intent just been to to have a 'release' there are other options, of which for most involve the right hand, a bottle of Vaseline proceeded by rolling over and going to sleep with the possibility of spooning with one of your pillows.
So now I wonder, have we forgotten what respect is? What love is? What a connection is?
A connection, to know, to feel, the presence of another, no matter how near or far. That feeling when you wake up in the morning and you think about a person only moments later to receive a phone call or a text message from that very individual. These are connections that we experience in all types of relationships in our lives.
And, only when we are truly open, do we begin to experience this in our everyday life. It's no longer just random synchronicities. We begin to feel physically what the other person is experiencing, we feel the shifts when things change, for the better and for the worst. We get a sense when the other is in need and because of this connection, this love that you share with one another, you are there to provide for each other.
There are those people in life that do get it, they understand what it is all about. They long for that connection with another, to finally be able to open their heart, to dive into the ever embracing pool of love. But for some it is just not possible, because there are no certainties when it comes to love. Love just is. Love is pure. The only thing that taints love is a wounded perspective.
For love to truly exist we must allow one another to exist as an individual, to stand in their power, in their being. We must learn to embrace the others right to life, to encourage one another to experience all that life has to offer. There also needs to be a balance of respect. Respect of ones feelings, of ones boundaries. Committing oneself to another does not mean you have to give up all the things you enjoy or want to accomplish in life. It means being accountable for your actions, taking into consideration how the other person is going to be affected by your decision. Communicating with one another and learning to compromise. Being HONEST, not only with your partner but also with yourSelf.
Have we begun to live out a limiting belief, which by committing oneself full heartily to another, we believe we must compromise our personal goals and our boundaries? Is it through these fears we ultimately manifest something much worst and are left unable to recognize ourselves? Or is it that we have just become so self absorbed and distracted by frivolous things that we just don't give a shit?!
