Proximity & Displacement

I think this is coming from reading Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence. I'm in the middle of the novel, and insofar things are moving toward an embroiled caulking of emotion. The imbalanced sentimentality faced by Connie and the Chatterleys' gamekeeper Mellors (or even between Connie and her husband Clifford) can be very well likened to our own disproportionate sensations, and of the extent of reality we allow to penetrate our relationships. I, for one, am currently in the process of idealizing an online friendship I have been fostering for the past few months with a fine young man, much to the dismay of my personal concept of 'female autonomy' or even 'practicality' (he might be reading this, so I won't further divulge). Of course, if one is in pursuit of true connection in immaterial spheres, one's journey must always painstakingly end at the fruition of its physical ultimatum. It's the breaking point for all relationships of all kinds. But, because of this 'condition', do we grow closer or more distant from each other - and also ourselves?

Loneliness is in pervasive spirit around us. We may not be conscious of it all the time. It's therefore difficult to keep a watchful stance over it to protect yourself from being attacked, but there comes a point whereby being secure in one's apartness becomes rather disorienting. As people, we're not specifically designed to be alone (regardless of what world literature tells us): however, we do always end up alone in some form or the other. I have communicated with young people my age, and I have met a sparse few who have trusted me enough to express how separate they feel; disappearing amongst a group of friends while at university.

Before I started college, I was unanimously advised not to heartily trust anyone, for a sustainable belief system comprises only exceptional members of family (and not obviously the total ilk). Besides this well-worn adage, there comes the infusion of innumerable mindsets to erratically symphonize a Voice that tells you repeatedly that you're you and thus different. 'Being yourself' always evolves into a strange form of differentiality and does not celebrate uniqueness all the time as we are often led to believe.

Waiting for text messages to come pouring in from aforementioned splendidly introverted young man actually makes me feel more lonely than anything else. Human relations are naturally impenetrable and muddily navigable, yet what of the isolation we tend to inflict upon ourselves? And to indisputably name it as a meta-ironical meme does little to solve its intrinsic perturbation. Almost everyone I know - members to the much-detested Generation Z - laughs about the IDEA of seeking therapy to cure their loneliness, because therapy is anyways too expensive for the most of us and it's deemed to be a relatable albeit irresolute problem.

Believing this to be a varnished shape of isolation only takes you midway: military forces of Azerbaijan 'ethnically cleansing' Armenians and Ukrainians still suffering severe losses in electrical power (to name just one arena) is written off as deeds to be actualized in the ledgers of History, because we're nigh helpless as we are in our own circumstances; philosophically or otherwise. But, I feel that the greatest thing is that not everything with concern to human life has to be insolubly inescapable or a dead end! I see many who are struggling to take control of their own lives and relationships, simultaneously condemning themselves to deeper isolation than necessary. Willful self-displacement engenders one's position in relation to one's proximity with the outer world. Must always this 'outer world' be acceptably envisaged as being preternaturally false?

People are meant to be half-transparent. It's living life that renders one to become a fragment of pure crystal. A friend of mine told me that he's waiting for better days to come when he'll feel more at peace with who and what he is. Speaking in spatial terms, displacement is crucial to determining one's absolute position, if not one's location; the former being life and the latter being temporized. Experiencing profound isolation and uncertainty at various points in our lives inexorably deepens our fears, also heightening our greatest triumphs over those fears. Owing to my solitude, I've grown closer to my parents, cousins and hope to continue being a reliable friend to the fine young man I might meet soon. Be it connecting with yourself or with others, people always look for the same thing: proximity despite constant displacement.

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