While thinking of relationships the past couple of days, a simile of sorts occurred to me, a mental picture if you will, that depicts various relationships in a mental picture. Perhaps some of my more artistic friends could illustrate my thoughts better than I can word them.
Let’s start with the idea that a house represents a person. Not a family or roommates but a single person is a house. Let us say that when two folks meet and decide that time needs be spent close to the other, these dwellings move closer to one another, neighbors indeed. These new neighbors enjoy the closeness and decide to plant a vine between the buildings and tend too it as a team. This creeping idealization spreads and links the two homes in a physical embrace and is tended to by the homeowners. Gradually the foundations sport the greenery and show of this blooming relationship with the glory of newly blossomed petals, and the tendrils continue crawling up the walls , thusly holding the houses together in a show of the strength this relationship has built. As time passes and the owners grow closer with the maturation of their vine, the thing is allowed to grow unabated, to peek into the windows, to slip under the doors and the siding, perhaps even rise as tall as the roof, as the relationship moves into a certain nonchalance, or maybe a cocoon of comfort , if you will. As long as both principles involved remain content , this scenario is certainly viable, and mayhap even desirable! But let’s say that one of the partners in this endeavor decides that more freedom of movement is wanted,indeed more autonomy is needed, to retain the individuality originally brought into the neighborhood, and feels the need so strongly , that the only recourse is to trim back the crawler so to allow the windows to open, to strip some of the glory from the covered walls and allow the oneness of the house to show , to clear the walkway so as not to trip when stepping out for some fresh air; would it be imaginable that the partner , the home next door, might feel threatened ,nay fearful for the existence of the neighborhood and lash out without method and subsequently destroy the vine, the glory of the partnership, leaving naught but the wisping tendrils of a once mighty binding,simply waving to and fro in the breeze of the arguments that ensued over the tending, or lack thereof, of a once strong relationship ?