It interests me how, when
we are in relation to others, and someone else is cross or angry or
extraordinarily compassionate, it ends up being almost as if a part of our own
self is exhibition and living those ways. We sometimes are then freed up to focus
on other things.
Almost as if we have an interdependent self that is far bigger
than we imagine, more complex, made up of so many more parts than we realize.
That in some ways, socially and culturally, function together.
When I observe generations in a family or close friendships or partners, this seems especially true. As if we are impacted by the intense work ethic or social activism or materialism or idealism of others , which fills us up, and in response we go pursue something very different, at times diametrically opposed .
So that we, as a singular individual, do not need to develop all things, be capable of all things, learn to excel at many things. Instead, together with our brethren, we reap the benefits of another's efforts, and are left with the freedom to pursue other options, as we live a lifetime slowly distilling the essence of our own selves.
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