I love old Disney animated movies, of which one of them that keeps repeating on my movie playlist is the 'Lion King'. The epiphanies that it could deliver never cease to enthrall and fascinate. I could always remember how Mufasa talked young Simba to the circle of life. (But not yet to the extend of mimicking the complete Father-and-son conversation.)
At the very first moment we are exposed to light, oxygen and other elements on Earth, our births are destined to eventual deaths. Just as the life of a great tree, budding from a tiny seed, growing as tall as a skyscrapper, to withered into thin flakes of wood crusts. Everything we could possibly think of does not escape from the cycle. Not even relationships.
We were all once total strangers until we are connected in some ways or another. I was a stranger to my mother and father, not until the day my features are formed completely and my heart started beating. I was even a stranger to my elder brothers, until they held me in their arms, fascinating, but just yet to able to understand how a tiny life is produced. I was a stranger to all my friends, not until the day they spoke to me and we started exchanged words. And I was a stranger to some of you, until the day you found me, who had decided to write.
I was a complete stranger to my lovers, and they were the same to me. It is the beginning of the cycle, driven by fate or if you do not believe in fate, it was driven solely by your actions, where just that one thing that has or had occurred that gave birth to a relationship, is a simple Hi.
Just as a baby proceeded with growth, relationships nurture on processes and moments that create mutual memories. I used to believe that we do not need physical contact, as long as there are mutual feelings. But, I was proved terribly wrong. A relationship grows very much dependently on physical contacts- body, eyes, touch. Women could have survived a relationship with words and caring, but not men. While relationships we talk of here are solely based on men and women, what fruits can we bear when the men are already half-dead and had their minds straying off to another person whom he has real contacts with? (Correct me if I am wrong!) After all, men are creatures sensitive to visions and touch, while women, to hearings and smell.
Together the couples spend time, progressing from holding hands and a light peck on her forehead, to deep kisses and more intimacies. This is the teen age for relationships, where every thing appears fresh and new, where slight touches create sparks, where desires burn but held within. It is like a 20-year-old, stuck between childhood and adulthood, lusting for rebellious boldness and seeking adventures that could light up a fiery passion.
We stumble and we fall. Slowly we begin seeking for a solidity. We want a stable life, a predictable future because we have seen so much of the world, good or evil. So comes the stagnant phase. Both are no longer as passionate. Eventually, one another become much more of a family, rather than a companion. The chemistry becomes less vigorous. Because they are getting so used to each other, a whisper in her ear or a tickling scratch on his belly could no longer ignite the spark as intensely as before.
Every life comes to an end. Everything made of nature decomposes, returning their lives to the creator. So do some relationships. We go back to the initial point and start again.
And I have came to an end,
Shae
*Beethoven helped me write.
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