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My Thoughts On String Theory
Much ado is made about how complicated String Theory is. Well I feel string theory is all about connections. There are strings to our heart from everyone who we love or help or whom we feel empathy or sympathy. Each action, word or lack thereof either ties a new string, shores up a raveling string or attempts to tie a knot in a broken string.
Our lives are controlled by the strings we have given and accepted. A pledge of undying eternal love is a string albeit a major string. A heart string that strong has strings of its own. Those strings often go to off spring and should go to off spring. Sadly some off spring never get those strings. We all know people adrift who are aimless, pointless and marginalized. They flounder on seas of emotion that they are incapable of interpreting as they have no strings to tie them…to anything. Others have had their strings too knotted by those who are supposed to love them that they have difficulty recognizing the value and worth of both their own strings and those that are cast in their direction.
There is an underlying need to feel a belonging. A need to feel part of something, be it a family unit, a club, a team or a gang underlies much of our behavior. We see the child alone on a crowded playground and know something is wrong; there is no tie to the others, no interplay between the group and the one alone. We don’t ascribe that aloneness to a lack of strings; we quantify or qualify it with psychobabble and labels.
A single string can easily be snapped. A group of strings can form a rope that has the strength of love and acceptance. That set of strings can be stretched pulled, even cut but it will heal and be mended by both ends. Strings go from one person’s heart to another, they have two ends. A conscious effort must be made to sever the string but many are created by the serendipity of connection and love. Infants don’t quantify their strings; they don’t even know they are tied to another. Their need for care and their self centered demands for affection, cleanliness and feeding are never the less forming strings. Most of those strings are cast out unknowingly and willingly and lovingly caught and heart tied by parents, grandparents and siblings.
As kids grow they start to realize that there are people in their lives that are indispensible. They start to knowingly throw out more strings and seek to find strings from others. “Mom, let me set the table, you sit down for awhile,” is sending a message that I see your string and I am tying that to my heart.
Strings are not painless. When some part of your twine ball of life suddenly needs to stretch those strings to a different locale, your heart pulls as that string stretches. You may feel your heart is breaking but the string will stretch and often even grow stronger. Strings are not bound by distance or time. The strings to my departed father and father-in-law may be stretched by infinity but they are still there. They still influence my behavior and color my world.
Sometimes strings are set by others, when becoming grandparents the opportunity is there to have a string passed on to a new born if the grandparent is willing to hold the other end. Woe to those too short sighted to see the delights of multigenerational strings. Those new, fuzzy ill defined strings can bring a wealth of happiness to those willing to tie those new strings to their hearts.
Strings can pull you back from the precipice, save you from the ill blows of others or the self depredation of personal setbacks. The strings that tie us to our love ones are the ones that can hold us up when struggling with despair or perceived failure. Heart strings hold us together, they hold us upright and they pull us to those we love and them to us. String theory is really pretty simple. Just open your heart, send out your strings to those you love and you will find you are wrapped pretty tight. Not bound or imprisoned but held together by the strings held by you and yours.
Keep in mind that a ball of twine can be limitless; you have room for many strings, open your heart and you will find string theory is really pretty simple.
©2012
Our lives are controlled by the strings we have given and accepted. A pledge of undying eternal love is a string albeit a major string. A heart string that strong has strings of its own. Those strings often go to off spring and should go to off spring. Sadly some off spring never get those strings. We all know people adrift who are aimless, pointless and marginalized. They flounder on seas of emotion that they are incapable of interpreting as they have no strings to tie them…to anything. Others have had their strings too knotted by those who are supposed to love them that they have difficulty recognizing the value and worth of both their own strings and those that are cast in their direction.
There is an underlying need to feel a belonging. A need to feel part of something, be it a family unit, a club, a team or a gang underlies much of our behavior. We see the child alone on a crowded playground and know something is wrong; there is no tie to the others, no interplay between the group and the one alone. We don’t ascribe that aloneness to a lack of strings; we quantify or qualify it with psychobabble and labels.
A single string can easily be snapped. A group of strings can form a rope that has the strength of love and acceptance. That set of strings can be stretched pulled, even cut but it will heal and be mended by both ends. Strings go from one person’s heart to another, they have two ends. A conscious effort must be made to sever the string but many are created by the serendipity of connection and love. Infants don’t quantify their strings; they don’t even know they are tied to another. Their need for care and their self centered demands for affection, cleanliness and feeding are never the less forming strings. Most of those strings are cast out unknowingly and willingly and lovingly caught and heart tied by parents, grandparents and siblings.
As kids grow they start to realize that there are people in their lives that are indispensible. They start to knowingly throw out more strings and seek to find strings from others. “Mom, let me set the table, you sit down for awhile,” is sending a message that I see your string and I am tying that to my heart.
Strings are not painless. When some part of your twine ball of life suddenly needs to stretch those strings to a different locale, your heart pulls as that string stretches. You may feel your heart is breaking but the string will stretch and often even grow stronger. Strings are not bound by distance or time. The strings to my departed father and father-in-law may be stretched by infinity but they are still there. They still influence my behavior and color my world.
Sometimes strings are set by others, when becoming grandparents the opportunity is there to have a string passed on to a new born if the grandparent is willing to hold the other end. Woe to those too short sighted to see the delights of multigenerational strings. Those new, fuzzy ill defined strings can bring a wealth of happiness to those willing to tie those new strings to their hearts.
Strings can pull you back from the precipice, save you from the ill blows of others or the self depredation of personal setbacks. The strings that tie us to our love ones are the ones that can hold us up when struggling with despair or perceived failure. Heart strings hold us together, they hold us upright and they pull us to those we love and them to us. String theory is really pretty simple. Just open your heart, send out your strings to those you love and you will find you are wrapped pretty tight. Not bound or imprisoned but held together by the strings held by you and yours.
Keep in mind that a ball of twine can be limitless; you have room for many strings, open your heart and you will find string theory is really pretty simple.
©2012