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It 1:37am;I can't sleep. Insomnia is my new best friend as I stare at my laptop screen and check out the websites Stumbleupon presents. I skim through them and hit next, and next and next. It's a hot night in LA, I am in my tank top and shorts my crazy long ombre hair is tied up in a messy knot as I feel the air from the rotating fan touch me...I relax a little, checking out some cute pictures of animals in costumes..I smile.I click again and I come across an article.The tittle intrigues me'
Passion's Search for Destiny-Skye Thomas
She was haunted by a man whom she had never met. He came to her in her dreams. It was not just a reoccurring dream about some random Prince Charming archetype. This guy had flaws. He was just as mixed up and lost as she was. She would wake up from a dead sleep to the sound of his voice whispering in her ear, "Look out the window." She would argue in her half-asleep stupor, "Be quiet! I'm sleeping!" Again, he would whisper, "Look out the window." She would eventually drag herself up from the cozy comfort of her bed to gaze out the window. There was the full moon big and beautiful. It magically called to her from somewhere in the back of her soul's oldest memories.
She could feel him there, her ghostly suitor. She knew that if she spun around quickly, he would be standing there behind her, but every time she turned, there was nothing there but silence and darkness. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she could hear him silently promising, "Wait for me... I'll find you if it's the last thing I do." She would toss and turn for the rest of the night feeling his intense presence and wrestling with the fact that he was not real.
As the years went on, she would learn that he did not know her name and that he called her Destiny. She began to call him Passion. She was not allowed to search for him. She was to sit still and wait. It was part of the game, part of the agreement. His challenge for this lifetime was to search for his Destiny. After all, what is Passion without Destiny? He had to learn how to recognize her. She had to learn how to wait in blind faith that he would find her. Both had to live real lives with real mates. Neither could shake the very real belief that the other one existed somewhere out there.
How many times would she convince herself that the man standing in front of her was her Passion? How many times would it not be true? How would she know when it was finally him? How many women would he mistake for her? Would Passion and Destiny burn out and give up, writing it all off as just some figment of their imaginations? Do soulmates really exist? Or are we looking for an impossible ideal?
A soulmate is not just someone that you love from the depth of your soul. They are not just someone that you have a karmic connection with. They are not just someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with. They are someone you miss hanging out with before you have ever met. They are the one that upon first meeting you, simply sigh in relief and say, "Ah there you are. I've been waiting for you." There is no questioning, no getting-to-know-you stage. You have known them for all of eternity. You may want to share the stories of your journeys and how you came to find each other, but you already know them as well as you know yourself. You see yourself in their eyes. You understand them on a soul level because you share the same source.
Unfortunately, it is not always a blissful experience. Most of us are not ready to meet our other halves because we are not even ready to look ourselves in the mirror. Until you can truly love and accept yourself, then you will not be able to love and accept your soulmate. They are not some fantasy person sent to save you from the ups and downs of real life. They will not make your life a magic perfect delight. They are not sent to rescue you, fix you, or even to make you happy. They will simply love you on a level that is unlike any other.
If you do not hear the call of a long lost soulmate, count yourself lucky. I mean this with all of my heart. You are the lucky ones, those who never hear the soft whisper of a faraway soulmate. You have the freedom to love anyone you choose. You get to make any kind of match that pleases you. Do not try to force a soulmate relationship. Be content in knowing that you are exactly where you are supposed to be, doing exactly what you are meant to do.
If on the other hand, you do hear your Passion calling, or you see Destiny in your dreams, then my prayers go out to you. For yours is that path of finding the proverbial needle in a haystack. Do not ask me to tell you if they are worth the hunt. Can you bring yourself to give up the hunt even if you tried? Only you can gauge your ability to silence that cosmic voice calling you to hold out for that certain person that only you will recognize. Only you know what it is going to take to find them. Perhaps the angels will smile upon the two of you and help with some old-fashioned happenstance. Perhaps you will telepathically connect and find your way into each other's arms. Perhaps you were just meant to experience the longing. Perhaps you will go through some bad relationships first so that when you find your Destiny, she will be that much sweeter and more appreciated. Nobody knows for sure how it will play out. But I believe that on some level, deep down, you know.
Did you already meet your soulmate and choose to walk away from each other? Was the intensity too much? Did it scare you? Was it overwhelming? Was it too hard? Will you have a second chance with them later down the road? Will you miss them forever? Yes, probably. Will you learn something about unconditional love from them? Yes, probably.
Did you find each other and recognize the fact that they shared the same soul as you? Did you hold on tight? Count yourselves as the very rare and incredibly blessed. Cherish the gift of finding yourself in another's eyes and seeing just how beautiful you are.
I am stumped.I don't know what to say. Somehow I feel I was steered here..I don't know..Maybe I need to sleep.I am starting to overthink things. I need to sleep I chant again, putting my laptop under the bed and laying down. I need to sleep...that's the mantra..I cant afford another bad day at work tomorrow. I need to turn things around. I need to get out of the mess I put myself in. I need to sleep.
I need to sleep..
I need to sleep...
I...need...to...sleep...
I...need...to...sle...
I dream tonight. I see his eyes.They are intense and they beckon my soul... I moan in frustration...I am paralysed in my bed and I cant move.He is calling me...I need to get to him...but I cant move...I am arrested in my hesitation...I shouldn't cos I know him...I've known him for a long time...He's always been in my life...He went away for a few years but he has returned. He made his return known. He planted his thought in my mind and made me talk about him. After so long I remembered him, and now he is calling me..he is holding out my hand and calling me.But I cant take his hand...Help me...I plead...He just smiles and waits...I struggle...and he starts to fade away...I get desperate...and I struggle harder to get up..but the more I try...the more he blurs away...
I am waiting...he says and smiles...I call out to him...but he turns and walks away...
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