The parts the stars turn down

Subject: The parts the stars turn down.

It's a fact of life that we place a great deal of faith in the fact that others are on the same metaphorical page as ourselves. We presume that because we say something it is heard in a way which we wished it to be understood. Our lives are spent untangling misunderstanding or hoping next time to be clearer, less confrontational, less dogmatic.

Our relationships which began with our parents and continued with our wives children and friends and people we work with has often been fraught with mistakes, mostly verbal but usually damaging.

The measure of a strong healthy relationship is the speed of forgiveness and the search to do better next time.
We take friendship and the relationship which flows from that sometimes for granted but often it's based on the assumption that the person knows you well enough not to judge you adversely. The assumption that they know you better and therefore understand and possibly make allowances.
In the hierarchy of relationships the love for ones parents is of a different measure to the love of ones wife and ones children. Parents are often taken for granted once their guiding hand and the protection they offer becomes subordinate to ones own ability to provide the substance and security they have offered. They grow old and feeble whilst you grow strong and able. We forget that they were once a replica of you at the stage your at.
Falling in love and finding a mate is often hit and miss as the values we search for in others is missing and so we revert to the physical attraction which drew us to the person in the first place. If there is a mismatch it is hoped we will find a learning curve in which both parties can begin to understand one another.  Discover new attributes, new strengths and attractions in the process. Falling in love is after all  an emotional destabilising period when we often make fools of ourselves because we can't see the proverbial wood for the trees. From a contractual point of view it's a risky moment to place so much of your future happiness on, this misty vision of the future. In business terms there's probably a clause in the contract releasing you of any responsibility because of diminished responsibility.

Children are yet another emotional creation. We think of them as our own, we even describe them as our own flesh and blood and yet we repeat the same mistake as our parents did with us. We place them in aspic in our attempt to preserve the image we have of them as our children. We make few allowances for their growing up and growing away from our cherished beliefs until it is too late and then begins the stumble to find a new relationship. The new relationship of course is now biased in their favour as we grow old and doddery, our usefulness has become a liability and as we live longer these days our frailty is more pronounced than when we were children and parents died in their late 60s early 70s. We had no notion of dementia or care homes, or of our beloved parents turning back into infants unable to care for themselves.    
There are no answers to life other than you make the best of what comes your way. The good the bad and the ugly are the constituents of this play we put on whilst alive. We assume the play must have a script written by a higher force than our self but it's more likely that the bit parts we take are the ones the stars turn down.