One Perfect Person
Do you remember when was last time you had this sweet butterfly in the stomach feeling. It is a magical feeling that catches us like a virus or something, or is it chemistry (like completing each other in every way)?
I always thought that there was this one perfect person for everyone in the world, and when you found that person the rest of the world magically faded away, and the two of you would just be inside this protective bubble, but there is no bubble. I know if there is you have to make it. I just think life is more than a series of moments, we can make choices, and we can choose to protect the people we love, care for the people we love, and that’s what makes us who we are and those are the real memories.
Dalai Lama said ‘Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.’ I think Dalai is a very wise man. Indeed when we are so dependent on each other, we perhaps lose ourselves and eventually other important things such as friends and soul. A healthy relationship will never require you to sacrifice your friends, your dream and your dignity. I will want you to chase your dream and for us to chase our dreams.
I found this little piece. It is about us.
Our story
Were Nature sentient, she too would pass from youth to age.
Ten years, dead and living dim and draw apart.
I don’t try to remember,
But forgetting is hard.
Lonely grave a thousand miles off,
Cold thoughts, where can I talk them out?
Even if we met, you wouldn’t know me,
Dust on my face,
Hair like frost.
In a dream last night suddenly I was home.
By the window of the little room.
You were combing your hair and making up.
You turned and looked, not speaking,
Only lines of tears coursing down.
Year after year will it break my heart?
The moonlit grave,
The stubby pines.
–Burton Watson
This is a man who is in his 90’s writing love notes to his wife who has passed away 10 years ago. He illustrated in 18 sketchbooks, scripting how they met, fell in love, went through a turbulent life as a result of civil war and culture revolution, and finally were drew apart by nature cause. This is such a love story that happened among us.
In the world of materialism, I have almost forgotten love could be just so simple and spontaneous.
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