He's Like the Wind

The Wind blows the season onward. Storms always come from the West. Cold comes from the North. Out of the South comes Warmth. It may be a soft breeze bringing the promise of spring. It may be the mighty gale of the tornado which leaves naught but destruction in its wake. The Wind blows. That is what it does.

People blow as well. A relationship could mean everything to them, enduring all...or it could mean nothing, constantly crumbling under the least amount of pressure. This goes for any relationship, familial, romantic, or platonic. Sometimes, they blow almost cyclically, always coming and going in a pattern that almost mimics the seasons.

That last kind has its own kind of pain, especially if you've given your all into the relationship. Eventually, you just accept that they leave. They are the Wind, constantly blowing onward and away from you.

The Wind is not harmless, but it is not evil. Neither are those Relations who are as fickle as the wind. They are just being themselves. Even when their words and actions wound, one must know that they are just being themselves. The Wind blows. That is what it does.

The thing about the Relation, though, is that it is a Person who can make choices. They can choose to say cruel things or throw fits. They can choose to decide that their pride is more important than the relationship that they have with you. They can choose whether to stay or go.

And you are responsible for your own protection as well. If the Wind is too much for you to bear, you have the choice of deciding whether you will expose yourself to it or how much you will. If you know that a tornado is coming, would you not take shelter? If the Wind brought the frost, would you not armor yourself with a coat?

If you knew that a Relation, however dear, was narcissistic and temperamental to the point of being emotionally abusive over the smallest of things, would you not learn to ignore their petty insults and demands for reparations for some imagined slight to their ego? Would you not let them go when they wished?

People make choices. The Wind does not. It just blows.