Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken. ~Albert Camus
We claim to be flexible. We generally go with the flow. We try not to be judgmental. Our hearts are open. We love. We hurt. We forgive. We accept. Well, most of the time. And when we can’t we beat ourselves up about it.
We consider ourselves to be trees when it comes to bending. We sometimes bend willingly and other times when forced. We’re strong enough we can bend fairly far and bounce back without snapping off. However, not all of us can twist and turn in the air…we are not contortionists. We still have roots. We are bound by those roots.
There are times in life we establish relationships purely for the sake of others. We take others in because we love the same people they love. We become “products” of the relationship. Sometimes those relationships end due to miles of separation, divorce, or even death. Sometimes those relationships continue because we’ve grown to love and trust those newcomers in our lives.
We have the power to cut relationships off, let them wane on their own, or we can choose to nurture its continuance. There are times we feel we have bent as far as we can without snapping. Our hearts need to know how far the other person is willing to bend.
Then there are those times we feel betrayed when we find the friendship is based on falsehoods. We know connections based on a sea of deceit can not swim nor even float. We realize it is a vast whirlpool waiting to drown all who venture too close. We slip into another grieving process of denial and anger, enough to make us refuse to bend anymore. Maybe we’re stubborn. Maybe we’re prideful. Maybe, our devotion sides with our roots.
Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose direction and begin to bend. ~Walter Savage Landor
*Note: I purposely included contradictory first and last quotes on bending as relationships can be just that at times, inconsistent and conflicting.