Life is impermanent. Wind blown chaos of feelings and experiences, a maelstrom of sights and sounds, followed by bleak stillness, forever silent, nothingness.
Birth gives us one chance to explore the universe. Death gives us perspective. It holds a mirror up to our lives in judgement. What matters; what does not? Who matters; who does not?
The currency of time is finite and what little we possess relentlessly slips through our unappreciative figures. Only when it is all but gone do we become desperate and learn to value it. Only in looking back when there is no more to look forward to, do we realize the errors of our ways and the foolishness of our decisions. Even as we run out of time, we gain regrets in equal measure.
Bodies aching and failing, hearing dimming and eyes going dark, no one yearns for more material things, wishes a life spent more on ultimately empty, selfish pursuits. Withered fingers tremble with fear at the final unknown and find solace and courage only in loving embrace returned.
A lifetime hunting treasures. Status gained, a delusion. Gold made cannot smile back. Only true love is truly precious. In the final tally, only how much we have loved defines our worth. Only the love we’ve given gives others reason to be by our side when we breathe our final breath. Only real love ensures that we will never be alone. Not even when we’re gone.
A life of real, honest loving is the only worthwhile way to live.
(If it’s too distracting with vocals while you read, play it after. Because it’s beautiful. Just like you.)
Soulmates
Life is a long, lonely journey punctuated by all-too-brief interludes of something more precious than we might realize: other people. Life has a lot to celebrate on its own, but it is the company of those special to us that give life its brilliant colours, beautiful sounds and exquisite flavours. Life is simply better when shared.
How sweet it is to share a funny story with our friends. How lovely it is to share a beautiful sunset with a lover’s arm around us. Everything becomes sweeter and more exciting when we get to share it with people we like and respect and care about. They are what make life worth living.
Sometimes we get lucky. More than lucky, it’s enough to almost believe in fate or divine intervention. There are those unique, rare, breathtaking instances when someone comes along who is – more.
Soulmates.
Sometimes we feel like the world is against us. We get beaten down by the competition and selfishness of others. A stranger carelessly getting in our way, another petty person at the office saying bad things behind our backs. Or it feels like everyone else is happy and winning at life, but not us. Soulmates give us the strength to stand up and try again, to endure, to fight back. They help us believe that our success is still possible.
Sometimes we feel worthless. We can’t seem to do anything right. Everything seems to go wrong no matter how hard we try. It’s one failure after another, one more stroke of bad luck in a seemingly endless string of ill fortune. Soulmates give us reason to believe in ourselves and feel like we’re worth success, that we even deserve it. Their support gives us reason to hope.
Sometimes we stop loving ourselves. It feels like no-one out there cares about us. We turn on ourselves, hate ourselves, blame ourselves, convince ourselves that we’re losers and deserve the worst that life can throw our way. When we feel most alone and helpless, when we have given up on ourselves, it the enduring, immutable, constant love of our soulmates that encourages us to love ourselves again. They never give up on us, no matter what.
But all of that is only what we receive. Soulmates also do something even more magical. They inspire us to become better people. They inspire us to give, to help, to sacrifice – to love.
They give us someone worth sharing every funny story and every beautiful sunset with. They give us someone worth helping when they feel down and we want to help. They give us someone to support when life gets hard and we want to support them. They give us someone to love with every fibre of our being, giving us noble purpose and fulfillment, and we want to love them.
They are the best of friends, connecting with us on levels beyond all others. They are also the most intimate of lovers, bringing forth passions within us that we never before knew existed. We feel safe with them. We fear no embarrassment. We feel absolutely free to be who we really are with them because we know that they accept us more fully than anyone else does. They are the perfect partner, complimenting us, raising us higher, inspiring us. And when life is shared with them, the experience ascends to a level more sublime and heavenly.
Some of us may never meet a soulmate. But I did.
It is because of you that I have grown so much more than I ever thought I would. You give me reason to. You give me reason to try harder. You give me reason to love more deeply. You give me reason to be more patient, to learn to listen, to care more, to really understand someone else. You give me true partnership, so that I will never be alone as long as I have you in my life.
You’re the reason why I know I can endure anything. Because I would endure anything for you.
You’re the reason why I never lose hope. Because you give me reason to hope for so many things.
You’re the reason why I believe in myself. Because you are beautiful and incredible in so many ways and if someone like you believes in me, then I can too.
You’ve taught me so much about myself. About relationships. About life. About love. I have become the person I am today because of you.
You’re the reason why I believe in soulmates.
And you’re the reason I want to be good enough to be yours.
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Song: Really Slow Motion: One More Time
Lyrics: The memories of you will always be engraved within my heart. It’s hard to say goodbye, there’s only one last dream we left behind. I’ll give you all my life and soul, please hold me one more time. Don’t be afraid to come with me across the waves of time.
Find me in the night, touch me with your soul, hold me in your arms, don’t let go. Kiss me in the rain, steal my breath away, close your eyes and dream one more time. Whisper to the stars, sing this song for me, let the ocean rise upon us, come and fly away with me to the rising light, close your eyes and dream one more time, one more time with you.
To be with you or not to be with you? That is the question. It presents itself every day. Quietly, yet with hope. And every day, I choose: You.
Each small decision is an act of commitment. A seemingly tiny, yet vital act of love. A pledge, a promise, an act of devotion. Thus each day, with conscious will, My commitment grows, My love deepens.
A little yesterday, a little more today, So that now you have, All of me.
There are times when telling you that I love you seems poorly inadequate to describe the sheer immensity of how I feel for you. What we have between us is so much more than words can readily express. So much more than I can sum up with the simple, oft-used word of love. It is too common a word, too easily thrown around, it’s meaning diluted, used everyday in places where a lesser word should be substituted. What exists between us is love, but brighter, greater, of a degree and quality known only to the most fortunate and the the most determined.
There is love, beloved of my heart, and there is Love. Ours, without doubt, is the latter.
I wish I could lay our Love out like a book. I would show you our story. I would show you that you are my heroine and I your hero. That you have saved me, and that I will always be fighting for you. That we can overcome any monster together and that life is an adventure. That we will live happily ever after, in each other’s arms, together.
I wish I could spread our Love before you, like a garden. I would show you all the lovely things that flourish in the sunshine of your smile. I would show you all the brilliant flowers that thrive in the nourishment of our care. I would show you how sweet the fruits of our love taste. I would even show you the prickly thorns and dark, scary corners, and how these are not so scary, not when we are together, not at all, in fact, because when we’re together, there’s nothing to fear, and even the thorns are beautiful.
I wish I could array our Love before you, like an endless museum of art. I would show you the cherished memories that we have sculpted together. I would show you the glorious paintings made of warm feelings and glimpses of happy things to come. I would show you how precious we are, how fine, how temporal and yet everlasting. I would show you the exquisite beauty of our souls, worthy of awe, worthy of respect, worthy of each other.
I wish I could immerse you in our Love, like being immersed in the galaxies of the universe. Amidst countless other stars, two heavenly bodies, revolving around each other, growing hotter and hotter as we near, inflamed with passion and lust, and when we join at last, producing an explosive supernova that bursts across the infinite blackness, thundering through absolute silence, shattering the absolute cold with our fiery heat, an inspiration to all lovers everywhere.
I wish I could help you see our Love the way I do, full of happy things, full of life and hope. It rings with merry laughter and sings with joy. It is full and rich and deep, so much so that what problems may come appear insignificant, easily surmountable, like pebbles dropped in the ocean. Our triumphs are of such wonder that they inspire ballads and poetry of a kind that will enthral generations to come. In my mind, you are already legend.
In the brief, turbulent years we humans call life, love is what we cherish above all else. All love is precious, but not all love is equal.
Fabulous artwork of the main Characters from Dark Enchantress (Welcome to Heartstone, Book 1), Orchid and Arwin. Thank you, Bokuman!
Dark Enchantress is a fun fantasy novel with humour, adventure, romance and a couple of good friends. Available on Amazon, iTunes and other online stores.
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