We’re born with an odd proportion sense of idealism. Odd because there’s no idealism.
No, we’re born naked. And that’s about it.
For some reason though, we get hit on the head several times during our growth, and we discover that we’re cursed beings – bound more to a reality that ought to be than any other reality.
I’m assuming it’s universally agreed that falling in love with someone for their physical beauty is a bad idea because our bodily beauty is ephemeral; in passing.
It’s considered shallow and superficial, and the idea of it makes people uncomfortable. But see, then falling in love with someone for any tangible reason would be a bad idea.
Let me first clarify. I’m not sure what is meant by the phrase ‘falling in love’, but I just mean the sort of thing that makes us feel like letting the other person be a witness to our lives.
Tangible reasons include falling in love with someone because of how compassionate they are, how truthful, how giving, how understanding. How different.
Who are we, anyway?
I’m changing all the time. I don’t just mean small, physical changes. I mean massive, unrecognisable changes.
Falling in love with someone for the person they are, or the person you think they are at that point, seems to be just as shallow and pretentious as society claims that falling in love with someone for how attractive they are to you is. Does it really matter why you fell in love with someone more than that you love them?
Below is a poem written by Aurobindo that continues to intrigue me.
If I had wooed thee for thy colour rare,
Cherished the rose in thee
Or wealth of Nature’s brilliants in thy hair,
O woman fair,
My love might cease to be.
Or, had I sought thee for thy virtuous youth
And tender yearning speech,
Thy swift compassion and deliberate truth,
O heart of ruth,
Time might pursue, might reach.
But I have loved thee for thyself indeed
And with myself have snared;
Immortal to immortal I made speed.
Change I exceed
And am for Time prepared.
– Sri Aurobindo
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