In Security

We are locked in, right? Every relationship seems to offer some type of lasting security that is, ideally, mutually beneficial in one way or another. These things can turn out to be a double sided dagger. There is something so blissful about genuine love and connection, that can feel irreplaceable. True enough, the likelihood of developing the exact same feelings and/or sentiments for different individuals is highly unlikely, as we are all unique. However, the fear or angst of that truth should never be limiting. I can not be a hypocrite and pretend that there haven't been late nights or early mornings that I have laid in my space, thinking about and comparing the intimate experiences that I've been fortunate to have with other souls. I can not pretend that I, the whole of me, have not longed for a distant lover or friend who I'd vainly like to think is laid up somewhere thinking of me too. 

How is it that we find ourselves in these moments? Is it the freedom that the relationship offered? Is it romantic desire? Is it loneliness? Is it sheer curiosity? Maybe it's comfort. Comfort in familiarity. Sometimes familiar feels easier. Whatever it is, it seems to be universal. We know there are endless possibilities, but we would rather play it safe. There's nothing wrong with being safe.

I tend to wonder, though, if the security can be perceived as a self-imposed restriction. Is it worth it? It is common knowledge that "what is meant to be, will be," but I'm drawn to question "how can it be, if it is not allowed to be?" We reach our full potential through first living and learning life as individuals - embracing the divinity of the past, present, and future versions of ourselves with grace and reverence. Only then can we effectively unify into an unshakeable force of complementary, unconditional loving nature. Forever secure.