enlightenment … ?
Ever since I reasoned (myself into a corner) that there is no such thing as a soul mate with whom you would share eternity, I feel like I’ve been betrayed and that I can no longer trust anyone. It’s a double-edged sword … think about it, literally, a soul mate is someone your soul is connected to at all times. This doesn’t mean that when you are born, you are without a soul mate, and you eventually find that soul mate because you are ALWAYS with your soul; thus, your soul mate too will have to be the one that is always with you.
To further drive the point —- what makes us think that we would find a soul mate, an eternal piece of you or someone, that exists in the present moment? Most people would agree that a soul is some part of you that is unique, inexchangable, everlasting, etc. Does it make sense that you would only meet your soul for 100 years at most? 100 years out of eternity? Or that we would only have “conscious awareness” of our soul mate within this lifetime and not the next?
What about the people who never even find their “soul mate” in this lifetime?
I’ve figured out our true soul mate, but then it makes me wonder what the purpose of having someone is in our life. It makes no sense for me to agonize over this —- I don’t have the time or resources to waste even pondering it, yet it affects me. It has bothered me for days.
People change. Times change. Things change. All things are either regressing or progressing, but they move, and so how will I know that they will always move forward instead of falling back? We always seem so sure of our decisions but we hardly know anything; we make plans with the hopes that things will go as we plotted originally.
How do I move forward without this silly notion that someone is my soul mate? What are they, then, if not that? What cements them as an unmoving, unwaivering symbol in my life, one in which I can count on, if that binding is not there?
Is love enough?
One would think that love is the highest possible feeling achievable, but it’s not, because we red-blooded creatures are so careless with our love. We kick it around like a red ball and sometimes we put so much energy into each kick that we end up deflating it.
