Companionship - a short-cut to salvation

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.” 
― George Orwell, 1984

We are a generation of broken hearts and unrequited love. Eyes, blank as dead, perpetuating a melancholia across all breathing figures, asking to be heard and understood. And that brings me to ask you that do we really want to be loved or just be understood. Don't you want to be able to cry around someone without it being weird? Don't you want to hear a voice saying and meaning, "It's all right"? Don't you want a companionship where you don't need to wear a mask of normalcy? 

Maybe this idea of being understood stems from the constant need of validation to which we humans are forever enslaved; it is something that lets us live with an ease of mind and not needing to climb the ladder of spirituality to a level where approval does not matter anymore. However, the paradox of the whole phenomenon is that that we need to attain a higher level of understanding so that not being understood does not bother us anymore. It needs men of a higher being to achieve what I mentioned in preceding sentences, but for the rest of us - the mass, comprising of the filth of the earth, the search for validation is a long and arduous journey that goes on until we cease to exist. It is what we call suffering, and a man has to suffer alone in this world and no one can do it for him or help him do it. Sufferance is a toll that every man has to pay for himself; it is an ordeal attached to our existences. You can share your sorrows and mitigate your pain, but not your suffering. Only through suffering, a man ultimately realizes its futility and becomes aware that the sole purpose of life was the search of something that never truly mattered. 

In order to avert all this pain and labour, that is conclusively proved to be worthless, a man looks out for a companion. Someone who matters enough to you that their validation is something you care about. Someone who does not judge you but listens. Someone who accepts you rather than correct you. Someone who can be there for you when you are in need of a presence. In short, someone who makes you feel better about yourself. All in all, we are a selfish species that is concerned only with a way to make our time, here in this life, pass easily. We do not really seek love as such. People have been made to believe that love can elevate their lives and put an end to all their suffering and provide them long-awaited solace in the arms of their beloved. It does not happen like that; not unless you find the companion you have been looking for in the same person in whose arms you are doomed to be trapped forever. Physical intimacy, although important in getting close to someone, is not really necessary. It is only more questions, not answers. Only if you are able to fathom, and then conjure a connection that is neither expectant of nor affected by physical relations, you can find a short-cut to salvation, that is not achieved by many.