Entanglement

“No human relation gives one possession in another – every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.” Khalil Gibran

Yep, I get it.

One of my flaws is that I am a fixer.  Not that I can fix myself.  But I look at you and yearn to have you follow the plan I devised for you.  I am sure that I can figure you out and make your life better. I hate to wait for you to ask me.  Why would you need time to think when I have the answers?

I must constantly remind myself that only you have the answers for yourself. Is it that I don’t have confidence in you to do what’s right for you?  I don’t think so.

I think that I get so bound up in wishes and wants and dreams for you that I jumble them up and trip over them on the way to living my own life.  You are so much a part of my life that I want it all to be perfect.

Yes.  I even get that life isn’t perfect.  And that we don’t get to orchestrate it.  And if we did, we might not know the real score.

That doesn’t stop me from wanting.

I’m sitting here today trying to figure out these things for my own life.  What is it that I really want.  What am I willing to work hard to achieve?  What will I sacrifice to do the things I say I want to do?  How can I be who I want to be?

I suppose if I can work this all out I’ll be too busy to fix you. And I may need to ask you for help.

I need to keep that in mind.

xxoo