To appreciate the complexity of what it means to be human. To exist on this earth with others. To thrive in the presence of loved ones. To disappear into another’s arms. To become angry and callous. To bring about the best in you. To bring out the worst in me.
When I was a child, I thought growing up, finding a loved one, and having a family was simple. Everyone did it, and I would too. Families were everywhere, and I had never heard of an adult that didn’t have a partner.
As I got older (or really, just recently), I realised that human relationships are a lot more complex. When I got into my own relationships, suddenly, there was a lot more to being a human being in this world than just existing. Things I did and didn’t do affected someone else. And eventually, things I did and didn’t do (and the things he did and didn’t do) weren’t enough to keep us together.
Just recently, I’ve learned to appreciate the complexity of what it really means to be human. To love and to fail at it. To love and to succeed in being better people for it. To hate and to see how it destroys you two. There’s just way too much to process sometimes, but it remains there, at the back of my mind.
Perhaps one day, it won’t be so complicated anymore. Perhaps one day, loving will be enough.
Pont de l’Archevêché, Paris, October 2012.