Little Miss Muffet
What happens when you become attached is that you tie things together in a particular inaccurate way. You may tie yourself up too tightly in how another conducts his life.
When a great love comes into your life, you feel more worthy than you did before this great love came into view. By the same token, when a great love leaves your life, you feel less worthy.
You are not worth more nor are you worth less. Your worth is not dependent upon someone else's appraisals or preferences at any one given moment.
It is an error to think that your merit goes up or down according to how others choose to lead their lives. You feel you gain, and you feel you lose.
The sense of gain always carries with it the sense of loss.
Some people you know mean more to you than others. Some of these people in your life are called husbands or wives or significant others or parents or children and so on. In a vast sense, who stands beside you is irrelevant. Where they stand is irrelevant. You are not a dance teacher who choreographs other dancers' positions and roles.
The dance of life is extemporaneous. Positions change at will. No one considers a dancer's steps as untenable. And yet you sometimes have considered others' actions in their own dance as unforgivable. You may have been the Maypole they once danced around, and now they dance somewhere else. Nothing has happened. They are dancing in another scene, and now must you too.
You don't condemn a dance partner for dancing with someone else or for choosing a dance that is not of your choosing.
You cannot set the tempo for others' hearts. Hearts have their own beats.
No more are you the orchestra leader of hearts. No orchestra member is at fault for playing the instrument he plays. Each instrument is allowed to sing as it sings, and a string instrument is not faulted for being a violin instead of a cello, nor is a string instrument faulted for not being a drum.
Yet when it comes to people, you sometimes have certain expectations that they sing the song you wish, and sing as long as you say. You become distraught when a ukulele is a ukulele. You expected too much. You demanded too much. You may have thought a ukulele was a violin. You expected and demanded what a simple instrument could not give, and you fault the instrument for being what it is. It doesn't make sense, does it?
And yet you would insist that people be all you want when you want when they are only simple instruments that cannot always play the song you want. You dreamed they played it once, yet it was your own heartbeat you heard. Perhaps they were once able to play your favorite song, and now they have lost their touch, or perhaps they have lost their will.
Whose will should someone follow, beloveds, yours or his own?
What do you make of other people who would tell you what you must do and be and when and where? You might call them martinets. You are appalled at the idea that there are those who would be so bossy. You dismiss them from your list. And yet, you, when you demand that a loved one continue to love you, or that anyone dance to your bidding, what are you but a martinet?
You have no right to tell another heart what it must feel and what it must do. You have no right to obligate another's heart. I well know that the world tells you that you do have every right. The world may even tell you that you have been wronged.
That you have been disappointed is fact. You would not be weeping now if you were not disappointed. Get up from your disappointment, beloveds. You have no business sitting here like Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eating her curds and whey. Get up now. Let Me wipe your tears. Go to your fridge and find some sweet cream, and then rejoice in life and never mind what you think someone should have done. Come dance with Me now.
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