To Be One With Each Other
What greater thing is there for two human souls
than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen
each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the
silent unspoken memories?
George Eliot (1819 – 1880)
This is a question.
And there is only one answer. Nothing is greater than that.
To support each other and to share everything, the bad and the good, that’s what everybody hopes for when beginning a relationship with an other soul.
But mostly we find out quickly, that the fewest human souls are able to offer that. Nobody is perfect. And so very often this demand for perfection stays unfulfilled. And we have to decide, if we can live with some imperfections.
One of the possible imperfections is the question of being really interested in each other, and not everybody in his own affairs. Or not the two of the souls just being interested in the affairs of one of the two partners. No, the ideal is, that each one is as well interested in the others partners questions as well as in his/her own. I haven’t seen that often. Not in my own relationships, nor in other peoples relationships.
Another source of imperfection is possibly, that the partners do not have the same amount of interest in sorrows or gladness.
Perhaps one isn’t interested to deal with sorrows at all. Then the two do not really share that.
That’s why to fall in love with each other doesn’t automatically lead to a good relationship.
And passion and desire aren’t requested for this aspect of love at all.
Thats why I think, this poem isn’t really about love, it’s about happiness.
To love each other it isn’t necessary, to share everything. A love can be unhappy, but strong.
But to be happy, it’s important, that there is a kind of equality between the partners.
And I guess, two partners, who share their life in this described way can be happy, even when the love isn’t the most passionate one.