Soulmates

“You guys are soul mates”, said my friends to every Goddamn couple they met. I, being a naïve human madly in love with the idea of love, actually believed them and fantasized about it. They say, “A soul mate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity. This may involve similarity, love, romance, friendship, comfort, intimacy, sexuality, sexual activity, spirituality, or compatibility and trust.“

In mythology, Plato says that Zeus split up humans, who originally had 4 arms, 4 legs and 2 heads. The two parts would long for each other and spend their whole life in search of their other half.

Cliché bestseller movies and novels always made us believe that you have only one shitty ass soul mate and if you’re not with him/her, your love life is pretty much a disgrace to mankind. This basic idea was forced upon us like religion from childhood. Eighteen years of your life, don’t even have a more than 5 minute conversation with another human who belongs to the opposite gender then suddenly marry the one man/woman your family chooses for you because that person’s your soul mate for sure. (Or so his law degree proves)

We keep going out of our way to fall in love and find “the one” but how the fuck do we know that there’s just ONE person out there who’s good for us? 7 fucking billion mistakes roaming about the Earth and you think that guy who cheated on you or that girl who left you for her ex at the age of 16 was the only person in the world who can love you?

Ancient traditions of the Sun and Moon state that all of us have more than one soul mate and they always reflect a part of us in one way or another. People who master the traditions can apparently recognize their soul mate by seeing a white glowing dot above the left shoulder of that particular person. That’s honestly really nice and interesting to hear but how am I, a normal yet slightly overly dramatic and unstable teenager supposed to have a future plan, get married at the age of 25, have two kids, stick to a well paying stable job till I’m too old to cross a street alone and be in love with one of my hundred soul mates out there? Hell, there are times when I hate this part of my soul so I’m definitely not always going to love and be in awe with another part. Well, I say fuck soul mates. Go meet other souls out there, have fun while you still can, make love for nights in a row and procreate new beautiful souls because if you don’t, who will?