Today is a big day for various reasons, which made me think of love and it got me lost in time in that I’ve put myself in a place distanced of such theme. Here comes the detail.
One of my closest friend got a job offer in Africa, especially in Sierra Leone, and was preparing his departure in a month. The job description is to promote gender equality as a part of UN agency. Surely, it’s an humanitarian dedication and a bright setup for career curriculum for future. Today was the day that he officially wrote to the UN agency to turn the job down, since he found a love, which was unexpected and of which future still is uncertain. But it is worth to give a shot. Risky it seems for his career, but I believe it’s a brave and mature decision that put himself in his own priority.
Literally he has put a personal love over an humanitarian love. Love over love as it seems somewhat egocentric. But I do believe that it shows a great importance that one prioritises his personal happiness, especially when it comes to mention of a love partner with whom he might spend his life, even though it’s to be a fragment of the life. It’s the sharing and caring that makes the life beautiful.
Maybe we all have heard of the famous debate between platonic love and erotic love. Well, to be clear, love itself doesn’t divide into some categories, but those two aspects of relational sharing are quite different from each other.
– “Platonic love doesn’t exist. You refer yourself a person who wants to get laid but can’t.” ([Te lo doy, no. En todo caso te lo cambio], Alfonso Casas, Edicions de Ponent)
I wouldn’t philosophise about love, for that I don’t know much of it. But I should say that I do value the intent that one seeks his love even through risking his future. Future is always illusional, so maybe we dare to bare. As so, the risk also is an illusion.
Now this gets to reach where I am standing then. It’s the same question I had when I moved to Mexico back days. What would I prioritise when a moment that I need to choose only one between a personal career and a possible love? I’ve been developed my mentality to be more romantic than before (if it were called to be romantic), so now I’d say that people are my priority to my work. But still, I’d see myself wandering between two road diverged in a yellow wood, as Frost sang.
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
The beauty that Frost sang underlies at its final.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
My beloved friend as well, in the future, might tell this decision with a sigh. But I hope him know that there’d be I standing and supporting for all the difference that has made due to his decision. Keep the first for another day, I said. And I’d say the same to such sigh.
Taking a risk is always like a turbulence. It won’t fall, at last. It will pass. And when it lands safely, the fresh air will welcome.