Yearning

I saw a film today which was a story about the frustrated yearnings of two people in sexual love who were unwilling to make the sacrifices they needed to make to build a life together. If I look at the story through the lens of sentimentality, it is indeed a great tragedy, symptomatic of societal prejudices and the human failings of the two lovers. If I look through the lens of Buddhist mind, it is a tale about the inevitability of being one with oneself and the futility of trying to build a reality which denies the solitary nature of each unique life. Is our yearning for a lover, beyond our sexual desire, a yearning for an ideal or a yearning for what has already been lost? Do we yearn for a bond that does not exist? Are we yearning for a return to the womb? Or are we yearning for the liberation of the higher self from its lower passions? Beats the hell out of me. In my own life and practice, I am trying to sort out, by living in loving relationships, how to be at one with myself and in compassionate and loving coexistence with others. I yearn for wisdom and peace, and try to be wise and peaceful in each moment. I truly hope liberation will come.