Tame Impala, Endors Toi

I've been thinking about relationships. It seems the way we've always perceived them hasn't changed that much. I've been talking to some friends my age and so far, the ways men feel about having one is not a necessity once they have settled in their apartments and living by themselves. They quickly get used to the wondrous, ever-changing landscape of female parading in and out of their doors. 

Women feel the same too. They have the economical and emotional freedom to come and go as they please, not really accepting the usual bullshit they used to and become cynical as well. Some play games, some don't but little has really changed in heir minds, because once a guy settles down with them for a few years, some of them, seem to need that eloping, the eternal bond that will take them to that clichéd forever-after they were promised as girls.

Men recoil at these moments: why must a period come after? Why not have both things at the same time? The comfort of a relationship and the open door to everything out there? Women also hate these moments: it's not that they don't know what to do with themselves, a number of them see men as the eternal, insatiable lion that will keep hunting, until it has no teeth (and not even then, some say).

It's not that both parts believe in marriage anyway. They have already seen too much, too much of everything, of everyone, of the incongruence, of the lack of real acts of love and the outcome of self-interests in long term relationships, whether married or not. 

I would like to make clear this writing is not about exploring other kinds of love, polyamory, par example. I'm talking about a man and a woman working out new ways of understanding each other and making of loyalty amongst other things, a real commitment (if there needs to be one, because at this point I'm really questioning everything).

As creative individuals [maybe] we have forgotten to innovate relationships, to become alive from single great moments together and should, by now, become masters of impermanence... Maybe that's all there is to it. Yet if this were true, why is it there seems a constant lack of empathy and happiness with all the freedom we have? Why is it we dare to ask for love [for a lack of a word that defines an endless unmet yearning of complicity] if we're not willing to make it happen? Looking at cell phones, always thinking someone out there will be better than what we are not willing to work on?

This landscape doesn't seem new to me, will we ever evolve? Create new worlds together without the nocive lack of reality? Will we come to love our solitude so much we will remain unscathed with the vain promise of better days to come, only to realize life just went through us? That instead of looking at the idyllic permanence of an endless sea, we should have been grateful to have a collection of glimmering fallen leaves from different trees?