Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each other through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal
-- Edwin Arnold
Finding the right person is not hard as believing that there is really one out there. That has always been my struggle.
The big romantic in me would want to believe that there is one true match for everyone and if you wait long enough, he or she will find you. But the cynic side of me nags on that it is the biggest lie fairy tales had brainwashed us to believe as children.
As I grew older, I couldn't define anymore which one takes the bigger role in my life. And sadly, I feel that everyday, the cynical persona has eaten through the romantic in me.
I think of my friend, who has gone through a lot of heartbreak in her life. She had a series of mistakes in her choice of men, topped off by falling so in love with an arrogrant prick for the past three years, gets her pregnant and then leaves her.
What made it worse was she wanted the child with or without the dick of a man she fell in love with but she loses that too.
But still, with everything that happened in her life, when she meets a new man, she still hopes that he would be the right one.
Her destiny.
At some extent, I find it ridiculous that she always feels that she can fall in love. On the other hand, I admire her courage.
Falling in love is probably a bigger fear than just falling. It entails so much more than just letting go.
But believing that your soulmate is out there somewhere is a reason to keep on living and not giving up on life and love.
And unfortunately, that's the only choice one has sometimes.
