So, tonight I woke up at a cocktail party and thought, ‘this is it; you have grown up and this is your life.’ So different from the way I grew up. But which is worse? to grow up again and again in new worlds with their own particular customs and rules, or to grow up in the same place, again and again, with the tiny group of people you have always known.
So many people choose the latter, it seems, for safety. I guess. But I could never make that choice. There is so little time left to me, I fear, and so much more to do, to see, to share. In this brief existence, surely we are meant to learn as much as possible from as many different people and cultures as we can. Surely we are supposed to try to understand and love one another. So we should travel, and converse with, and learn to love, as many different people as we possibly can. We should seek them out, and listen to their stories, and recognize our common divinity. We should learn to experience one another with our hearts open and not closed. I love to be on a bus or boat or train or plane in some place that is not home, and to encounter a person I would never have meant in my tiny little home world. Sometimes I resonate, admire, and even come to adore, as in love, that person, or the person whom that person led me to.
What more matters, after all, than to have a good friend in life, someone you can truly count on. A genuine friend who counts very few people amongst their real friends.
We don’t often meet people who, a) see us and b) respect us and c) call this and nothing other than this “love.” Not that it has to be a sexual love.
But how could you love someone who can’t or won’t really see you, and whom you don’t respect? That person might be in the category of just-met-and-really-fabulous, but you can never really love a person you don’t respect. And you can’t really become available to be loved until you respect yourself.
So you have to do some diving. You have to go down deep into what you call yourself and find out what it is that you really want, and how you really want to go about getting it. You almost always really want peace. But not death. So there is this problem, this paradox, from the very beginning, and you have to sort it through.