There are people who feel a strong attraction to each other,
but despite this, a connection does not work out. There are people whose views
on life, the world, their feelings overlap, and yet a connection does not work
out. There are meetings where you feel the other person's breathing as if it
were part of your own breathing. You feel the beats of the other person's heart
as if it were beating inside you. There are longings and desires that remain
unfulfilled. Sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of excessive ego. There are
people who strip their soul in front of you. And people who make yours pulsate
- without a touch, without a word, without a breath. The mere presence of the
other makes your skin crawl. There are people who have an influence on each
other. Call it chemistry. Call them soulmates. Call them whatever you want. But
there are connections between such people that never work out and somewhere in
space they are destined to cross paths.
Don't make the mistake of thinking it's fate. Don't blame
it. We all change this ill-mannered lady with the choices we make every day.
She simply listens to us. There are people who, although they were created to
meet, take different directions. Not because of karma, but because of personal
choice. Because the feeling they bring to each other is so strong that they are
afraid to continue. And they stop. At some point in the chat. At the first
glass of wine. At the first meeting. Such disagreements are bitter for a long
time. And how stupid people must be, after this ungrateful Fate, which we
constantly blame, shoves our soulmate right in our face, and we throw it away.
We avoid something we have, while others spend their entire lives searching for
it.
People are afraid of their souls. In a time when we are used
to bodies being offered for nothing, it is much easier to ask for the body of
another. That way you have no responsibility to this person. Tonight you have
one flesh, without feelings.
The soul is different. The soul experiences emotions. She is
sad, she is happy, capricious. She wants a different kind of caress and
attention that few have time to give her. We have become primitive,
self-centered. We expect love, but we run away from it. We know how to unlock
the animal, but not the human. We are not ashamed to seek sex, but we are
ashamed to seek love. What a pity.
And we were born for so much more. And we can do so much
more. And we are content with so little. Really, how pitiful, how pitiful.
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