"Soulmate"

At first glance, paying no heed to an unforgotten past, I know that there is confusion within. The gloomy eyes, deeply shaded by a trace of dejection, just bring back an atmosphere of sadness. 

Hurt, troubled, and wounded, I couldn't help being not just evocative, but also apprehensive of how to handle the situation.

Intently wanting to lessen the pain, the comfort just starts with a simple smile.

Unexpectedly, a sudden stillness ensues.

There is tranquility; there is reticence.

The quietude, though at times defeaning, is so consoling. Somehow, it is as if, even in the lack of words, there exists a mutual feeling of warmth and gentleness.  Silence, absurdly, has the most interesting stories after all, only if one listens hard enough. 

Slowly, the conversation happens.

In anticipation, the sharing unfolds effortlessly. The gesture of trust, which is rarely given to a stranger, is evidently felt.

More than ever, beneath each story, there are fulfillments and frustrations; merits and flaws; strengths and shortcomings; gains and losses; comings and goings; tears and laughters.

But, in all of these, life happens in between.

What makes it beautiful though is, in a short space of time, from morning walks to midnight talks, something magical, surreal or other-worldly transpires.

In point to romance, it is as though the "wound", of the past and now, and the longingness to be heard, to be understood, and perhaps, be accepted down the line, "calls back the halves of [us] together," as Aristophanes profoundly describes,"to make one out of two and heal the wound [in us]." Further, he says:

Each of us then is a 'matching half' of which each of us is always seeking the half that matches him... [When] a person meets the half that is his very own, something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their senses... by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don’t want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment. These are people who finish out their lives together and still cannot say what it is they want from one another.

What then draws the two together?

Love. 

It unifies.

It listens.

It extends to.

It gives.

It gets through.

It expands.

It doesn't judge.

It remains true.

It heals.

However, love in such a context shouldn't be misunderstood. For I love not merely for the sake of finding someone to be "healed." Otherwise, my love becomes a "commodity" to be possessed, desired only for the completion of something, or for personal gain. 

It must always be an outcome arising from:

an intimate choice,  

unconditional dedication, 

a  series of sacrifices, 

and, a lifetime commitment to enjoy and share happiness together while enduring pain at the same time. 

"Love," according to Leo Buscaglia then, "is always bestowed as a gift-- freely, willingly and without expectation. [For] we don't love to be loved; we love to love."

Your Soulmate, therefore, is a significant other; a special someone, may it be a friend or a spouse, who "mysteriously" or "mythically" loves you and, ultimately, completes you, sometimes in ways that no mortal language can ever understand.  Your soulmate will always "lead you gently back to yourself" Buscaglia adds, "not to whom he wants you to be, but to who you are."

So, remain still.

Just be.

02.11.2020

02:49 PM

Digital Art by: Lot Jr Tabilid