Separation of any kind can be difficult, particularly when the other party fails to acknowledge their part in the annihilation of what it was that brought you together to begin with.
Confusion bleeds into denial followed by anger and, finally, grief.
At our most dispassionate, I suggest that, separation is a process, and processes have routines set out in stages and phases. Within those predefined categories, are variables of time.
There is a part though, a small part of you that already knew this would unfold. You see, your heart always told you the truth, your head might not always have wanted to listen. Nevertheless, the truth was there all the time.
We are, each of us, two halves of the same coin. One half led by our hearts and one half that pays attention to our heads. That’s the best case scenario, a 50/50 split.
When we flip a coin, our expectation is that it will land with one side up, and one side kissing the ground, a result absolute. Have we ever considered what would happen if the coin were to land on its single curved edge and hold its balance?
Conversely, if we learned to lead a life with our only our hearts, would we then be free of hurt?
Separation is usually dealt with in our heads. Our minds, slowly unraveling the long threads, trying to figure out which one was broken, which was the offending thread, back in time, that acted as the catalyst for future separation. Really, it is just our head catching up to our heart. Unfortunately, the passage of time, between the two, provides opportunities to carve out memories and other reflective nostalgia. This is where the process of separation feeds hungrily. Nostalgia, in instances such as these, is the sustenance of grief.
Confusion bleeds into denial followed by anger and, finally, grief.
At our most dispassionate, I suggest that, separation is a process, and processes have routines set out in stages and phases. Within those predefined categories, are variables of time.
There is a part though, a small part of you that already knew this would unfold. You see, your heart always told you the truth, your head might not always have wanted to listen. Nevertheless, the truth was there all the time.
We are, each of us, two halves of the same coin. One half led by our hearts and one half that pays attention to our heads. That’s the best case scenario, a 50/50 split.
When we flip a coin, our expectation is that it will land with one side up, and one side kissing the ground, a result absolute. Have we ever considered what would happen if the coin were to land on its single curved edge and hold its balance?
Conversely, if we learned to lead a life with our only our hearts, would we then be free of hurt?
Separation is usually dealt with in our heads. Our minds, slowly unraveling the long threads, trying to figure out which one was broken, which was the offending thread, back in time, that acted as the catalyst for future separation. Really, it is just our head catching up to our heart. Unfortunately, the passage of time, between the two, provides opportunities to carve out memories and other reflective nostalgia. This is where the process of separation feeds hungrily. Nostalgia, in instances such as these, is the sustenance of grief.