Last update: Augusts 22, 2015
“I'm sorry, but you are not my happiness. No, you are not and that is why I free myself. I forbid myself to put my emotional life in your hands. If you were my happiness, your absence would be my end and I would constantly live on a tightrope. I don't want to "appropriate" you, I'm not like that, I don't care.
My well-being and my personal fulfillment depend on me, the rest also has an influence, of course, but the inner process that develops within me will not come from outside, it will not be borrowed. It is a question of aesthetics. I don't just want to improve, but I want to do it with the artist's inspiration, like a work to be satisfied with.
How heavy it is to take on the opinions of others! A difficult, if not impossible, task! I prefer to breathe alone, walk without crutches and be who I am. I don't want to belong to you or that you belong to me. We walk together if we like, but don't become "for each other" please.
Psychological well-being or the intent to be happy requires a personal and non-transferable compromise. It is not something that is given to us, that can be bought or owned by law: it is not transferable. And since they are not for sale, and I hope you are not either, we have the opportunity to be free.
You do not define my existence nor I yours, otherwise we could not live one without the other. You are not my happiness, fortunately, and I am not your mistress or lady. The best relationship we can have is not to belong to us. Whoever does not possess the other respects him and this is beauty, tenderness and detachment ”.
Text adapted by Walter Riso
The best relationship we can have is not to belong to us. This is being and existing. I want to be with you, but in another emotional point. I don't want us to be each other, nor the love of our life. I don't want to need you, I want to prefer you.
I don't want to love you blindly, I don't want to close my eyes. I want to open them and see two complete individuals, different and not dependent on each other, living their passion, sharing moments together and collaborating in life.
We become complete individuals
When I become a complete being, who needs nothing else to survive, I will surely meet someone equally complete with whom to share what each of us has to share. This is, in fact, the meaning of the couple. Not salvation, but the encounter. Or rather, the meetings. Me with you. You with me. Me with me. You with you. We, with the world.
Jorge Bucay
I don't want us to transform or need each otheror. I want to forget "the two halves of the apple". You can be an orange, a lemon or a melon. You can be whatever you want, I won't be asking you to change. The important thing is that we roll together.
We don't need to always roll together. Sometimes love ends, I don't want to squeeze your juice to the last drop. If you want to sunbathe, sunbathe. If you want to get rid of your skin, do it. There is nothing more to say.
That's why we are not one, we are two. We are not even for each other, it is better not to. I am for me and you are for you.
We all have the love of life
Many people live in function of themselves, connected only to their thinking and having no idea what they really feel. In this way it is very difficult to surrender to love. To love, it is essential to dare and look within.
Jorge Bucay
We all have the love of life: ourselves. Only when we love each other without restrictions, without insecurities and without complexes, will we be able to do the same with another person.
If I have to give up my person to be with you, things won't work out. People complain that they are not loved, the reality is that they do not know how to love.
We live in the desire to make up for our shortcomings and we don't realize that true love is what we feel for ourselves. For this, I do not want us to idealize ourselves, our love will not save us, it will not solve our problems and it will not offer us emotional stability..
No one can love for you, nor grow, smile, or breathe for you. Only you have the power to save yourself and create healthy love, this is the only thing in the world that matters.
Image taken from “La Mecanica del Cuore”, by Mathias Malzieu.
