People intrigue me the same way they puzzle me. Life, I guess, is all about the connections. Right from the umbilical cord to the last breath, it is the connections that keep you ticking, literally. Detachment is in itself a form of connection, I would suppose, to one's self. Which is probably why it is a good idea to be detached once in a while.
What are the connections we hold on to and what are the ones we let go? Why do we do so? Is it because we need security and a blanket for our fears and insecurities? or is it because we are influenced by other factors?
In many ways, these connections shape and mould us. We are inspired by them and our lives are enriched by them. And there are the drains, the ones that sap your resources. And the sounding boards, the ones upon whom we direct our anger, hatred and pain. Are we being fair to ourselves and them, in doing so?
I do not know the answers to a lot of these questions but I do know that I am very thankful for all my connections. In a way, I am who I am now, because of them and I do hope that I would be able to enrich someone's life the way a lot of them have.
What are the connections we hold on to and what are the ones we let go? Why do we do so? Is it because we need security and a blanket for our fears and insecurities? or is it because we are influenced by other factors?
In many ways, these connections shape and mould us. We are inspired by them and our lives are enriched by them. And there are the drains, the ones that sap your resources. And the sounding boards, the ones upon whom we direct our anger, hatred and pain. Are we being fair to ourselves and them, in doing so?
I do not know the answers to a lot of these questions but I do know that I am very thankful for all my connections. In a way, I am who I am now, because of them and I do hope that I would be able to enrich someone's life the way a lot of them have.
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