A strange thing happened today.
While I was laying on the futon reading Brida by Coelho, two close friends of mine called to talk about issues of the heart. One from the east, one from the west.
Eastern Heartbreak
My bestest friend in the world called from the eastern side of the world today to talk about her guy whom she had decided might not be the best thing for her right now. *hugs* Good on you for setting boundaries and knowing your limits, Chica. Whatever the outcome, I think you did right by yourself today.
Western Heartbreak
Later in the day a friend of mine from the western side of the world called in a state of utter distress. Once again a guy has somehow managed to creep into her life and throw everything out of whack. Confused and lost she doesn't know what to do.
Heartbreak somewhere in the middle
Perhaps a part of my heart will always remain broken for as long as I shall live. For as long as I am not with my soul mate, anyways. Oddly enough these two people who mean the world to me should call on a day where I have been reading Brida, written by my favourite author Paulo Coelho.
The protagonist in this book, on a path to seek out magic, learns that we are all seeking one and the same thing. A soul mate. Our life is driven by this search for the one that would complete us. The one whose eyes hold all the answers to life, to the universe, to love.
It feels like we've come full-circle. In a certain post eons ago, I remember asking the question of whether you and I believe in soul mates.
Now at the end of the circle, I'm more inclined to say yes than ever before. It would answer the question of how some people just "know" they've met the one. A true soul mate.
I've felt that with one man, and one man only. Which part of the world he is in right now, I do not know. Who are the people he surrounds himself with, I do not know. Would he ever come home, I still do not know. And I do not know if I'll ever see him or talk to him again. But I do know that time means nothing in the context of the universe.
"In a matter of only a few hours, I experienced the love of a lifetime." Coelho
My point is this. We are all on a search together, we all want the same thing. Some of us find it, some of us don't but to stop trying is to have given up. Life will cease to hold meaning when that happens.
So my dear friends, I wish all of us luck and courage to stay on this path. Our ancestors have fought and died for great love for centuries before. If it is all that they have claimed it to be then perhaps having a little faith won't hurt.
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