Friday: Anniversary of eight years spent together; actually, 56 straight years: there is the x7 factor, like for dogs! Looking back at these years, only the idea of wanting plenty more comes to mind. As well as reflecting on these parts of our own individuality that we tend to forget when in a relationship.
Am contemplating between necessary compromise or true loss...
Saturday am: Conversation with my friend about relationships: the unbearable fear of seeing the other slowly falling out of love, starting a new story with another partner before ending up the existing relationship. For the one that witnesses the end, hell starts, no matter if he gives in to an imaginary scenario or senses the actual reality. Life becomes a constant struggle into compromises to save the relationship.
But can painful compromises prevent the loss of the loved one?
Saturday pm: 'Abusing love', a wonderful modern ballet by the Fish in a Bowl company at The Place. Two couples danced through the difficulties of their relationship. The woman of the first couple and the man of the second one commit adultery together which lasts the time of a dance before returning to their original partner. Despite what happened, both couples seem to reunite, even if changed. This ending felt like despair more than choice, with very sinister perspectives.
Can the wrong compromises take us to our loss?
Sunday am: Freudian slip, where 'scarified' replace 'sacrificed'. Sacrifice was referring to the compromises that kept popping up in the conversations during the week-end. No matter how compromises need to be part of life, can they feel anything else than wounds that need repair?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment