Do you know anybody who has not had their heart broken?
I think it’s almost impossible to find that rare individual. Maybe there are couples who met in secondary school, fell madly in love, stayed together wildly engaged until old age and inevitable death - but even as I write this fairy tale I find myself thinking: 'and in addition to such a tale we should also accept the existence of the Easter Bunny.'
As we are all flawed and arrive in relationships hauling much pathology behind us so we often find it difficult to maintain something long-term that remains vital and passionate.
Or we find that the other person’s stuff intersects with our own stuff in a way that eventually corrodes the very fabric of the relationship.
And then there is ‘the fear of happiness’ (even from those who express their absolute desire for happiness) that sees them shoving their bad romantic past into the present, or engaging in behavior that is guaranteed to undermine and destroy that which seemed so good.
A question: do we see what we want to see when we fall in love?
And concomitantly: do we conveniently edit out all the warning signs that tell us: there is lurking big trouble ahead?
Do you agree with the following sage statement from the great Czech writer, Milan Kundera:
"The future history of all intimate relationships is written in the first week you are together?"
Is everything that eventually goes awry all evident to us at the outset, but we choose not to see it?
Because, of course, we are so entranced by the heady wonder that is falling in love.
As we are all flawed and arrive in relationships hauling much pathology behind us so we often find it difficult to maintain something long-term that remains vital and passionate.
Or we find that the other person’s stuff intersects with our own stuff in a way that eventually corrodes the very fabric of the relationship.
And then there is ‘the fear of happiness’ (even from those who express their absolute desire for happiness) that sees them shoving their bad romantic past into the present, or engaging in behavior that is guaranteed to undermine and destroy that which seemed so good.
A question: do we see what we want to see when we fall in love?
And concomitantly: do we conveniently edit out all the warning signs that tell us: there is lurking big trouble ahead?
Do you agree with the following sage statement from the great Czech writer, Milan Kundera:
"The future history of all intimate relationships is written in the first week you are together?"
Is everything that eventually goes awry all evident to us at the outset, but we choose not to see it?
Because, of course, we are so entranced by the heady wonder that is falling in love.
