I dont make up having certain relationships or try and be proud of ‘dating ’ certain people just because they’re at a particular status in life or have suddenly become popular to simply ‘elevate’ my position. I value what I have at the moment and not proudly grin at the mere mention of a former lover as if it sparks some heated memory of a past irrelevant. I think it’s disrespectful to the present.
I dont ‘champion ‘having exs or suddenly come up with an excuse to elevate a lesser kind of connection to make up for some insecurity that needs to be filled in me.
Relationships are built because one fought and willingly chose to be with the other and vice versa regardless of reason and circumstance. I’d like to think that if there is excuse not to have a relationship, then obviously it doesnt hold as much meaning as the one that you sacrificed so much for. “It is the time you spend on your rose that makes your rose so important”, the fox said to the little prince.
If there are reasons that go against this then that isn’t anything that’s worthy. I once said that if something is real it’s going to burn slow and warm and live like how sunlight nourishes the world each day, otherwise it’s just a star that shone so bright it burst and despite its luster, the life it once gave so briefly will cease to exist.
Holding on to the idea of something that no longer exists wil drag your current life into an abyss of nothingness. Yes it existed once, acknowledge and move on. Don’t make something out of nothing and be unfair to the potential light that the present can bring. Right now may not seem as bright as that supernova you once encountered, but one that has the potential to continue life is far greater than a large explosion in the sky.
Excerpt from The Little Prince
The Little Prince went to look at the roses again.
“You’re not at all like my rose. You’re nothing at all yet,” he told them. “No one has tamed you and you haven’t tamed anyone. You’re the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I’ve made him my friend, and now he’s the only fox in all the world.”
And the roses were humbled.
You’re lovely, but you’re empty,” he went on. One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three for butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”