Excuse me while I give in to my ceaseless mind and pour my thoughts out to anyone willing to read what I have to say at 4:30 in the morning, while I myself (and most likely you, too) should be sleeping… but of course, that isn’t in my near future seeing as how sleep doesn’t seem to want me— but that’s another story. This post is about love.
We see hundreds of people everyday, and though we do not fall in love with each person, we very well could. Which is not to say we possess such fickle hearts, but that we instead reject those other souls in search of something, if only on a subconscious level. Some would say we seek another half, but how can a soul be halved? How can an individual be “incomplete”? We are not incomplete. We are ourselves, fully and independently complete. Although we sometimes seem to not notice, our minds are constantly analyzing. We are off put by people for reasons we cannot understand. We are attracted to people, and do not always understand why or how.
In the convergence of two whole souls, there is love. I do not believe in “soul mates”. I’m going to use my parents to support my belief against having a soul mate.. I do not believe the love my parents have for one another is special because they were destined to be together, I believe it is special because out of the innumerable other options, they chose/choose to share each other. Those are just my thoughts though.. Who am I to say what love is?
But wait.. after re-reading everything I just wrote, I have realized this isn’t so much a thought process about love, but rather about destiny. It’s a debate on what exactly destiny is, and presents the question, “do we have control over it?” ..If I am deciding to love, to open my heart to the concept of choosing to bond with someone over all my other so-called “options”, does this mean that I have now chosen my fate, or does it mean that every single moment in my life has driven me to make the decision with my own free will..?
And this is where I stop and wonder how these frequent sleepless nights turn into lengthy philosophical Tumblr posts.
Goodnight, xoxo.
