Let It Be

We are constantly weaving through phases in our life, experiencing moments of wholehearted pride-filled independence, rock bottom loneliness and two-to-tango connections. At times, we'd just as rather sit down to a dinner with ourselves, whereas somedays we desire to reach across the table and find the touch of another's hand. Each individual is different but there is no doubt that, at one point or another, we all want absolute freedom one day and an ultimate partner the next.  Sure, the days - months - and years in between the wanting vary, but we 'want'. That's the point. 

We all want to be wanted. I surely do right now (at this very moment) and I will admit it to you with every particle of passion that runs through my body. I've known this for quite some time now, realizing that I've spent a good amount of months/years on my own and now yearn for the warmth of another human's admiration. 

Ah, but here lies the itch - the obstacle - the fact: The connection I go to bed thinking about is not immediate. We can't snap our fingers and have them (whoever they may be) in our lives with the blink of an eye, nor can we plan and seek as if it were a project. All I've been told by the people around me is to simply 'let it go'. Know that I want what I want and let it be. When someone comes along and that someone is right in the moment, well, then it's right. 

This is easier said than done, I tell myself. But the truth, whether we like it or not is that we must let time and circumstances take their course. This is not to say that I'm putting the belief of fate and destiny on the table - but you never know. I don't know. I can only know what I want and, as Lennon and McCartney put it,  "Let It Be." 

Here's to knowing what we want, letting it go and keeping that nugget of hope that they will come around the corner eventually. 

3 comments:

Suzanne said...

Let It Be is much more active than one would think. Let It Be means letting the dander fly around and only pouncing on the real hunk of meat. As a happily married woman, I have learned the lesson I wish I knew as an exhausted single woman. Take lessons from my cat. My cat? Yes, my cat. She sees everything, but only pursues that which has weight. That which is a chunk of meat. No dustballs, laser lights, passing feathers for her. She only pounces for treats or real life birds. And she's very quick. No second-guessing. Her pupils dilate into huge coffee saucers and she's off. Wish I'd had such grace then. One learns it sooner rather than later.

Shlomo said...

Amen to that!!! The hardest thing is being able to admit you want what you want and the bravest is confronting it, bravo!

Dr. Relationships said...

The author is bravely facing up to our universal struggle between putting ourselves out there to test out our romantic fantasies and self protective voluntary isolation. I'm afraid the cure is not to "Let it Be' which Paul McCartney wrote to deal with the loss of his mother but rather to recognize that true love is not a fantasy but a limbo land where the operative rule remains -- "You've got to laugh a little, cry a little and let your poor heart break a little, that's the story of, that's the glory of love.

 

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