I have a postcard hanging in my room. It's a few lines from The Little Prince, with illustrations of the Prince and the fox.
...si tu m'apprivoises,
nous aurons besoin
l'un de l'autre.
Tu seras pour mois unique au monde.
Je serais pour toi unique au monde...
Roughly translated (and I say "roughly translated" to indicate "translated by me, a person whose French has rapidly deteriorated over twelve years of no French classes"), it means:
...if you tame me, we will need each other. You will be unique in this world to me. I will be unique in this world to you....
The fox is explaining that, as of now, the Little Prince is like a thousand other boys to him and he is like a thousand other foxes to the Prince. But once he is tamed, that will change. To each other, they will be like no one else. Even the wheat will change for the fox. A field of wheat is nothing to the fox because he does not eat bread. But if the Little Prince tames him, then the color of wheat will always remind him of the Little Prince's golden hair.
The Little Prince agrees to tame the fox, but then the time comes for the Little Prince to leave. The fox says he is going to cry. "It's your fault," the Little Prince tells him, because he begged to be tamed. Now he is crying and has gained nothing. The fox disagrees.
"The color of wheat."
I bought the postcard several years back because it struck me. I have resisted being tamed, always. What if you become important to me and then leave? Or, more likely, I move away. Then I might cry. People come into and out of our lives and the closer we allow them to get to us, the more we open ourselves up to be hurt.
I can of course keep people at arm's length, as I have so often chosen instead. I stay one in a thousand people to everyone, as they do to me. But at what cost?
Isn't it worth risking the loss of some tears if it could mean gaining the color of wheat?