How often in life do you find someone who hits all the notes?
Seriously. I’m not talking about ringing your orgasmic bell in multiple positions, I’m talking about what makes up your whole being, the tune, the tremor, the composition, the key. A human being whose orchestration is identical to your own.
There seems to be a lengthy pause. A recollecting of the individual nuances and rhythms, the high notes and low notes.
Not one person is an absolutely perfect match.
There is going to be, somewhere, at some point in the melody, a disharmony. A chord that doesn’t blend, a flat where there should be a sharp, an overlap of keys.
It’s no wonder that the cultural expectation of true love, the fairy-tale fed expectation of happily-ever-after, is an elusive composition most often ending in a separation.
As a finely tuned human, you are going to have your own melodies, your own rhythms.
You likely know that a Bach type will likely not mesh well with a Joan Jett type. Similarly, the Celtic Bagpipes camp is going to be at odds with the Lil Wayne camp.
Accordingly, you make your choice for companions, be it in friendship or partnering, by matching your ‘music’ as best you can. Perhaps even finding someone who fits a two or three-part harmony on occasion.
Then, because life is simply not simple, there will be an unexpected change in tempo at some point, for you or the other party/parties, which changes the balance so much that the chords compete drastically with each other.
How do you handle that?
It’s certainly not the same for every person, but I can tell you how My Love and I handled such a change: by communicating. Sure, that involved a few loud discussions. It certainly involved a few tears. I hate to admit this, but on one occasion, there were also flying objects.
All of those communications created their own composition. One separate from the rest, but one that told a story of us. A story of understanding both sides of the tune, recognizing that the changed tempo actually got our attention and knocked the figurative stuck needle off the track and allowed us each to find new songs for ourselves.
Thankfully, it turns out those songs were in harmony.