The Almitra spoke again and said, what of Marriage, master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow. – Khalil Gibran – The Prophet
There were days when I would have been shocked by the above words. Together yet not too near together? What do you mean, I would have thought, aren’t we supposed to want to stand completely by each other and depend on each other and give up part of who we are? Marriage and partnering for life are all about compromises, after all. Right?
Well, it appears my opinion on those matters has shifted somewhat in the recent days/months/years. Not that I don’t still believe that marriage is about compromise. Actually, I think most relationships, whether they be romantic, friendly or professional are all somewhat about compromise. But I no longer think that choosing to be with someone means being one with that person. I don’t believe that partnering for life equals giving up self-identity. On the contrary, I love the idea of choosing to be beside one person and sharing and caring and fulfilling each other.
It appears I am marveling in the glory of individuality and sense of self. The idea of joining to perform miracles without having to become one thing appeals to me. It no longer seems necessary to make the eternal sacrifice or ask for it in return. Instead, it feels joyous. Like something I want to do. Like something I can do. Like something I choose to do. Not something I must do.
It’s not about giving up me, it’s about having someone alongside of me forever. Growing together but separately.
Individually.
Previously? Perfetto.
that’s truly beautiful. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, thanks for drawing my attention to Khalil Gibran (straight onto my wishlist…), and I hope it really does work out like that for you, because I can imagine few better things in life.
i am so glad you liked him! I’ve always loved Gibran and thought his work was wonderful and thought-provoking. and thanks for your good wishes. i hope it works for me that way too and so far it has been. fingers crossed, it will stay that way.:)
Exciting isn’t it? A matter of becoming part of a sum mightier than it’s parts. There is no word better than magic. You can live your live without it, but once you’ve found it you realize why we’re here. I am excited, for you.