Random Relationship Readings

I wanted to write an entire blog post about another person’s blog post but I wasn’t getting it right, so this will be more of a conglomeration.
From http://wayfaringfool.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-walk-way-alone.html.

So, I walk the Way alone.  Sure, there are many others who share a view of the Way, but they are not here, and there is only so much we can do through words expressed on computer screens.  The nature of humanity is that we need each other, physically, emotionally, and spiritually present.  We communicate through nonverbal symbols and meaning that we cannot express in words.  Without this interpersonal presence, we are lacking -- I am lacking.
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Yet, as we become fearful of the influence of others; as we become resentful, tired, and frustrated at the wearying things we detest in our closest family and friends, we construct emotional walls in our emotional non-conscious minds that prevents the spiritual connection one with another.  In so peering into the eyes of another, instead of the joy of spiritual connection, we feel nothing.  We don't connect, because there is nothing to connect to -- the wall creates a defensive boundary that cannot be traversed.  I know I have done this in the past, and probably still do; but in the Way, one lets go of the fears and emotions that prevent one from sensing the Way and following it.
I have come to recognize, years ago, that it is impossible to change another human being.  I cannot force love, happiness, openness, or anything else.  I fail to do so many things that would be nice, to try to listen, to absorb, and to give in ways that might help.  I try to love unconditionally, but I fail, over and over again.  I keep hoping that giving, serving, loving unconditionally, and trying my best to listen, I will do that which is right and good.  Love needs no justification, it is beyond explanation.  I love because I must and cannot avoid it.  Sometimes, I do not feel love, acceptance, and validation in return -- maybe I expect too much.  But it does not change my love in the least.

It is the last paragraph that I posted in Facebook. I liked the whole post except for the frustration that the author felt about his wife not sharing his religious feelings. At one one point they did, but the author decided it wasn't working for him, and I'm not judging him for that. People change as life changes. However, I don't know how valid his feelings are in being alone....this is a choice that he made. Consequences follow.


I do feel like the author as expressed in the last paragraph. I care about some people very strongly, and it doesn't really matter if I get much in return. I love because I must. It is my life, and I choose to care.



I have a friend that is going through a bit of a hard time right now. In writing her, I was reminded of something that I heard in High School. "The best thing a father can do for his kids is show them how much he loves their mother." I'm not sure if the saying is true, but it is something that I remember to this day.



I was reading an article recently, and I'm not sure what the topic was. It gathered my attention because it mentioned my profession. It was about dating. No, I'm not in the market but I do read things that might help me in my love life. It was a dating counselor or something and she said something along the lines of, "Don't spend all your time with those charismatic, flirty salesmen and managers. If you date them, you get a charismatic flirty salesmen. Don't overlook those tech and computer people that quietly go about their job. You might easily find someone that will worship you." I liked the sentiment.



Another story that I read sometime back involves a man in a coffee shop. He was people watching and he was watching an older couple and the man was so intent on the woman and looking into her eyes, it was clear that he cared deeply for this woman. At some point the woman excused herself and the man wanted to find out the story, as the man's actions were so involving. "Oh, she's a girl I dated in High School. We recently contacted each other. Her husband died about 10 years ago and my wife died 4 years ago. We've been writing and I decided to come out and see her. Isn't she beautiful?" The writer was taken by such devotion over 50 years in the making, to be reunited at last.