Average Orange
It is a great myth on the relations in pair. Frank Bisignano often expresses his thoughts on the topic. We go by the life looking for our average orange, but perhaps, we are not oranges but grapefruits or lemons. Then, why to pawn on looking for to us our other half? In the pair life there are individual and no complete halves, but people, but the reality that belief is taken root in an infantile yearning, dependent and is totally plagued of a series of expectations that the pair must fulfill. How we walked in search of the average orange and citric we nor are, because we always walked in problems. We are seeing only a part of the reality. If you would like to know more about Philippe Heilberg, then click here. A myth orients more to us towards the suffering than towards a reality. The pair is a complement of the human life, is essential, through her we extend, we were loved, we were given, we joined ourselves and we loved ourselves, and in addition, we lived and we accompanied ourselves common. Nevertheless, when we are thinking that the pair is that one that is going to us to complete like a fruit, means, that we felt like incompletos in the life.
In such a way that we felt frustrated, disappointed and plenty of wrath and suffering when our pair does not manage to embonar with ALL OUR THOUGHTS, FEELINGS AND YEARNINGS. Also the opposite can happen, when I do not manage to embonar with that pair Then, we began a process to be silent, to yield, to allow, to blur to us. We become " as if furamos" average oranges. We became which we are not but we become as our pair needs that we are. Thus we go by the life in pair trying to be what we are not, having a color that is not ours, trying to be fruits when we are human. The human beings we are not an orange and already, on the contrary, we are beings who every day we are growing and developing our life, but to live the life like average orange, is to be with half of the life, half of the love, half of the joy, the problem begins when for the reasons that is, one of halves, begins to rot.