Absolutes

Sometimes words are useless. Useless trying to describe even close ones despair, fear or happiness. Feelings and hearts longing, imagination are too far away for any words.

Sometimes what you see when looking inside yourself or others, well that is only a thin surface. Some of us will stay on that thin surface, others dive in. Making your own dive, or not. One advise - dont compare your life with others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

Life is one big puzzle and we are trying to solve it, just to realize we are only small part of eternity within this moment. We walk this road of evolution together and it evokes million different colours - not only black and white. Is there any room or place for absolutes, safety or certainty? Are they only inside our minds?

One special soul is writing ever so beautifully. Describing our struggle of understanding, our hunt of the absolutes:

Bud on love - Annie Q Syed:

http://annieqsyed.com/2010/04/bud-on-love/#more-682

“How come some people have only one love in their life?

“I don’t know, Annie. People are people. I can’t give you any absolutes. If you asked me if the water is wet–I will more than likely answer, ‘probably.’ I don’t like absolutes and neither do you and you know that. So why are you asking a question that can’t be answered absolutely.”

We were back in the time when I would stay after his lecture trying to understand a theme, a character, a word, an idea.

“I don’t know,” I said. As I tried to stealthily write what he had just said.

“I will never give you absolutes.”

“Yeah, I know. Your courses weren’t challenging for nothing after all!” I replied.

“Some people have 80 loves in a lifetime, others have zero. Who knows how many loves a person is supposed to have? There are no absolutes when it comes to life and definitely none when it comes to love.”

I wrote it down.

“Security is settling for what you think you need. Often you find out that what you thought you needed you really don’t need at all.”

I wrote it down.

“I don’t need absolutes like some do, dear. But that is just me. It’s good for me. It works for me. I don’t know if it can or does help anyone else, including you.”

I blew my nose. I was all of a sudden ravenous for Mexican food.

“I will be back tomorrow. I am going to go get something to eat and go sleep.”

“That is the Navajo Yeii Spirit,” he pointed to the figure on the tapestry that I had always loved. He was not coherent. I touched the rug and felt the Ye’ii person.

I gathered my few belongings, looked for the rental car keys.

“Here is an absolute for you: If you have to ask is it love then it isn’t.”

That one absolute of his left all other questions regarding love partial to discovery, if you so dared to find out for yourself.