We all tend to trust and rely on people. Love, as they call it. And this makes us feel (rather we assume) that our happiness is connected to them. They are good to us, we are happy. They are unpleasant or unentertaining, we feel upset.
Even in times of emotional crisis or work overload, we tend to seek such people we can rely on. Tell someone our troubles, and make them reassure us.
These people are often selectively chosen so they can reinforce our beliefs when we doubt them . But are these people really important? Or, is their role as belief reinforcers worth?
In our daily chores and worries, we tend to forget we once lived without these cherished people and survived too. By being dependent we are only planning our own heart breaks. Everyone has it all inside, and by depending on others we are only failing our own selves. Doing injustice.
Like Khalil Gibran rightly said,
” But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your soles.”