Have some imagination

I had vented a bit today on Lauren's blog. Thanks, Lauren. I like reading your blog too. It's nice to see someone who is awake.

She is having issues with relationships and I vented my one side of it, but I contradict myself even. The other side, the side that is heart and soul, believes in the infinite possibilities of people and relationships. It's outside the relm of definition, status quo, and linear time. It's a feeling, and language is insufficient and limited in explaining IT. It's the reason we read, write, go to museams, movies, listen to music...to search for a truth.

A relationship is like a mirror. Hence the root word relate, like reflect. The other person reflects who you are and what you want to become, which isn't to say the other person, but to say the picture of yourself in the future, your growth. And when that image that you use to see everyday, once a month then maybe three times a year leaves, you get a little lost. You look in the mirror at yourself and somehow pieces of that person that use to reflect you have actually become imbedded in you. It's apart of you that you like, want to develop and so you want to stay in touch with the other person, to remain friends. It's someone you can't possibly outgrow, at least not yet, you think.

I have no answers. In fact, I'm at fault for being too melodramatic. Some call it passionate, others call it naive. Some think it's being young, I think it is essential.

My story is complicated and is a product of a War, rural and urban Vietnam, and a big city. It'll take you across Europe, Algeria, Boston, New York City and Washington, DC. It's Sororities, Fraternities, Yoga classes, cigars in Dupont and lakes in New Hampshire. There's New Years eves, 21st birthdays, The Dominican Republic and The Outerbanks. There involves private and exclusive islands, mansions, weddings, births and deaths. It's a story about pugs, art, wine, self discovery, dissappointments and extraordinary feats of humanity. It's a Christmas tree, Best friends, sibling rivalry and moving trucks. It's underappreciations, misinterpretations and at times carelessness. It's actually quite beautiful. So you see why I can't say Love me or leave me alone. I live it and live off it. My favorite phrase of late - Have some fucking imagination - to those who can't believe in something better. I like to think what people can achieve and defeat is limitless in realtionships, in life, in whatever else, but that may be just the naivete speaking out.