Love: a Return to the Hive
By Pierre Scordia
We were so good together, like old soul mates who finally find each other after a long desert crossing. We gladly welcomed a profusion of intoxicating emotions; we were happy, brimming with optimism, in complete and utter harmony with the universe. We promised each other beautiful things, we travelled together, we mutually adopted each other’s friends, we fully identified with our loved one. We formed what seemed a united and strong household.
In the face of adversity, small tensions began to arise which at first surprised us but to which we then adjusted. Over the course of days, weeks, months and years, the cruel daily routine gradually killed our childlike joy. We aged, we matured and we rationalized. The long adventure became simply a business in which each took advantage until the day when one of us became destabilized by a dismissal, an illness, a rejuvenating affair or simply by a case of the “The Baudelaire Spleen”. The other thus became a millstone around the neck, a burden, embodying boredom and stagnation.
The warrior soul then seeks either to repair the relationship by constructive communication or, that failing, finds the courage to break up. The degree of consensus varies according to vulnerability. Fear or victimization often hastens the farewell and turns the soul mate into an entity now fallen into oblivion. Passions, dismay, turmoil, agonies, agitation, anxieties spring forth in the form of bitterness, reproach, tears, nostalgia, idealization, regret, anger, shouting, vengeance or even hatred. One feels dispossessed, betrayed, abandoned.
How easy it is to forget that the happiness of the past, the joy experienced came from one’s inner heart, which here we shall refer to as "hive". In reality this happiness is always ours, as honey belongs to the hive. The choice to turn nectar into honey is our own decision. One is then free to share it with others. All joyful moments in your life are the result of your thoughts, your will, your heart, your generosity. No one makes you happy; only your hive can evoke this sparkling joie de vivre.
As time passes, the pain subsides. However, being newly aware of the existence of this inner hive opens windows to new horizons far richer and more gentle. The acceptance of separation turns out to be a wonderful opportunity for progressing, evolving and shining with a newfound equilibrium. We shall then be grateful to the soul mate we once loved for the countless joyful moments we experienced together and for the opportunity for a rebirth.
FΩRMIdea London, 29th December 2016. With many thanks to Annie Solomons for this English edition.
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