Of Human Bondage
The human relationship is probably the world's most fragile thing. Something completely unseen, metaphysical and obtuse. An existence that is not matter, something that cannot be chipped or pulled apart like an object with interlinking atoms; yet something impossible to define; a somewhat mutual understanding how to relate to others or lack of it.
How we relate to each other plays a big role in being humane. Humans are social creatures no matter what loners many of us might be. Our complicated minds with protruding emotions is what sets us aside from the other animals in the kingdom. Our ability to create or destroy beyond our own means, our ability to make decisions and define what is morally right or ethically sound; and our power of building cultures, languages, religion and beliefs.
We take this thing for granted. We take our connections to our parents and families; our friends and comrades; our hopefuls and hopeless; our loved and unloved; nothing but somewhat accidental happenings in a random and coincedental world. As from the very moment we are pushed into this world; bleeding and alone- we are obligated to have a dependant nature onto this activity of relating.
We depend on the bodies which called forth for our creation for food and drink; for love and understanding; and for the worldly gifts and needs that we are in need of. And we grow closer to them, we feed on their beliefs, and imitate their principles. More less those principles and beliefs, being good and universally true, are accepted into our grey matter and embedded for moral cognition.
As we grow older, we loosen those ties to our parents and latch our emotions on other individuals who we have not the relation of blood ties with. More or less, our parents too, yet discerning and half-heartedly, let us go slowly; and fully as we have fully matured as adults. We too, imitate their actions that precede our birth, we put trust into the hands of an excuse called Love, are probably bonded with a constituition that upholds Fidelity or defended by our ideals of co-habilitation; and soon the offspring come rolling around to continue this cycle.
Most of the time however, despite how much we try to deny it; none of us go unscathed. Our ever trying to adapt to accepting new emotions and reasons will stir us; and hurt us.
Hurt is no longer the breeching of trust, or the shaming and humiliation of confidence; hurt is a universal epidemic, crossing through all ties and constitutions. Marriage, family, love, friendship; as much as we all; the human race and its all, want these simple things and purely just that- we accept the fact that those things were made to be created; and occasionally, made to destroy; not because we are born sadistic or anything of that mean sort, but because we are only humane, but because we are imperfect; and obliged to sometimes give in to our inner demons.
Emotion, and desire is no-longer and probably was never a clean cut thing. Ruling out emotion as a monosyllabic word such as happy or sad is condensing and a near impossible thing to fulfil the truth. Such words only mean anything to children with colouring books.
Psycho-analysts with their text-books use take this opportunity to express their frustration in definition. Freud for one, penned a perfect disaster; The Oedipus Complex. Piaget studied the way children developed and reacted to controlled stimuli around them. Kohlberg studied Moral Cognition.
And simply and generally, defining human relation and emotion is one ludicrously tedious thing. And this all comes down to the simple existence of relation. A beautiful and disastrous thing; the building blocks of life; the volatile and acerbic after effect; of when Adam met Eve.
I love him but have no absolute carnal desire whatsoever for him, atleast not anymore. He cannot be a friend, or a lover, neither a brother or anything above, between or before. I feel no complete or fleeting want; this being not infatuation and as he stands as not an object of limerence.
But God knows, out of all these confusing and peaceful conflicts between stereotyped and textbook-proven emotions; I love and truly adore that boy.
How we relate to each other plays a big role in being humane. Humans are social creatures no matter what loners many of us might be. Our complicated minds with protruding emotions is what sets us aside from the other animals in the kingdom. Our ability to create or destroy beyond our own means, our ability to make decisions and define what is morally right or ethically sound; and our power of building cultures, languages, religion and beliefs.
We take this thing for granted. We take our connections to our parents and families; our friends and comrades; our hopefuls and hopeless; our loved and unloved; nothing but somewhat accidental happenings in a random and coincedental world. As from the very moment we are pushed into this world; bleeding and alone- we are obligated to have a dependant nature onto this activity of relating.
We depend on the bodies which called forth for our creation for food and drink; for love and understanding; and for the worldly gifts and needs that we are in need of. And we grow closer to them, we feed on their beliefs, and imitate their principles. More less those principles and beliefs, being good and universally true, are accepted into our grey matter and embedded for moral cognition.
As we grow older, we loosen those ties to our parents and latch our emotions on other individuals who we have not the relation of blood ties with. More or less, our parents too, yet discerning and half-heartedly, let us go slowly; and fully as we have fully matured as adults. We too, imitate their actions that precede our birth, we put trust into the hands of an excuse called Love, are probably bonded with a constituition that upholds Fidelity or defended by our ideals of co-habilitation; and soon the offspring come rolling around to continue this cycle.
Most of the time however, despite how much we try to deny it; none of us go unscathed. Our ever trying to adapt to accepting new emotions and reasons will stir us; and hurt us.
Hurt is no longer the breeching of trust, or the shaming and humiliation of confidence; hurt is a universal epidemic, crossing through all ties and constitutions. Marriage, family, love, friendship; as much as we all; the human race and its all, want these simple things and purely just that- we accept the fact that those things were made to be created; and occasionally, made to destroy; not because we are born sadistic or anything of that mean sort, but because we are only humane, but because we are imperfect; and obliged to sometimes give in to our inner demons.
Emotion, and desire is no-longer and probably was never a clean cut thing. Ruling out emotion as a monosyllabic word such as happy or sad is condensing and a near impossible thing to fulfil the truth. Such words only mean anything to children with colouring books.
Psycho-analysts with their text-books use take this opportunity to express their frustration in definition. Freud for one, penned a perfect disaster; The Oedipus Complex. Piaget studied the way children developed and reacted to controlled stimuli around them. Kohlberg studied Moral Cognition.
And simply and generally, defining human relation and emotion is one ludicrously tedious thing. And this all comes down to the simple existence of relation. A beautiful and disastrous thing; the building blocks of life; the volatile and acerbic after effect; of when Adam met Eve.
I love him but have no absolute carnal desire whatsoever for him, atleast not anymore. He cannot be a friend, or a lover, neither a brother or anything above, between or before. I feel no complete or fleeting want; this being not infatuation and as he stands as not an object of limerence.
But God knows, out of all these confusing and peaceful conflicts between stereotyped and textbook-proven emotions; I love and truly adore that boy.
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