Once upon a time, a long time ago people wanted and craved the attention of other individuals. They wanted someone to rely on. To notice them. They wanted to be touched and loved and they wanted to revel in it like it was the only piece of good they had in their lives, the only form of light through all the darkness.
Over time fantasies had shifted, story book hero's have been proven to be liars, statues have cracked and faded, and so has our thoughts, timeless as they may be. Our choice preferences, and our image has simply changed. Fairy tales have disappeared and are deemed childish and immature and holding onto the idea of someone special is wrong.
The thing is, is everything needs balance. It's a laws of physics! It states that in the law of physics when it comes to balance, if all forces push in on a single object, it will not move. It will not accelerate. It reaches equilibrium. It takes two forces to balance. Two. Gravity and earth.
My point? If it's just us, alone, roaming freely, wild, untamed, what is keeping us on the ground? What is keeping us safe and smart? What is keeping us grounded to what we are? Where we are. Maybe the point is, is to find someone to ground you. Maybe we should try to find someone to help us reach our equilibrium, our own state of balance and gravity. If you're messy, maybe they'll be neat. If you are wild, maybe they are tame. If you wake early, just maybe they sleep late. See what I'm saying?
I've just been thinking, that one of the most peaceful, comfortable things in my life is my own grounding. I feel as if my feet are rooted into this earth. Nothing can take me away unless I choose it. I'm not just floating and drifting like used up trash. I'm here. I am standing, despite everything that I have been through. I am alive! I am strong. I exist. I am...grounded. I just simply am. And when I feel like I am about to fly away. When I feel like it's all closing in. I just think of my feet and where I stand, what I believe in, and all of the many things that I am. I think of my energy, like electricity through my veins, reverberating and healing, glowing brightly like fire. I think. I feel.
My better half is more rational where as I am at times an irrational over thinker. He is a late sleeper when I'm starting to really like the mornings. He is a procrastinator when I am a doer. He is black and white and I am gray. He is coffee and I am tea. I am rain and he is sunshine. He is almost everything that I am not and I love him entirely. All of him. The wholeness of him. He is my equilibrium. He is the form of my roots. My own personal gravity. My much needed balance in life.
From my own personal experience, loving someone doesn't cage you. It frees you in ways that you've never known. It doesn't stop you. It encourages you. And you can still go where you want, do what you want. You just have someone amazing to do them with. And if your balance is just that good? You will never drift away:)
