For some, so much of life has been about the deifying of another. Whether it’s parental deference, or how we elevate our life partner. It is inevitable that as life adds day to day, and we move through it all in close intimacy with our loved ones, realities emerge. I heard a saying once about how the humanity of those whom we adulate wounds us. And it made me realise that this is one of life’s bigger lessons recently. When we become touched by the fact that those we hold dear in our lives have flaws, weaknesses and failures, the instinct can come in huge waves of disappointment and denials. But when taking a step back, it’s clear that so much of our life perceptions are about our own projections. We project certain virtues and characteristics on those we love because we want to have closeness with those traits ourselves. And when those illusions begin to unpeel itself in the natural way that nobody and nothing in life is infallible, we feel that something has been taken away from us. In fact nothing has been taken away from us – an opportunity has in fact presented it self upon us to actually embody the goodness we wanted to have proximity with. I was listening to a podcast the other day where the discussion was about the various ‘archetypes’ in human behaviour. And one of them was the Princess, the entitled fantasist who wanted to be saved. The Princess spends a lot of time waiting for the world to become a Disney movie, and descends into bitter frustration when it doesn’t. An example of that is how she created an unattainable list that her life partner should be. He needed to be and have everything she admired – spirituality with freedom, stoicism with sensitivity, humility with confidence, depth with lightness, money without greed, success without superficiality. But ultimately, what she always wanted is to epitomise those attributes herself, and her main life challenge would be to manifest those aspirations on her own. It seems pretty obvious I suppose. But sometimes, it takes a fallen angel to actually enable the obvious to creep into one’s pores.