There’s one global human misconception that we all need to find our other half (or the initial one).
They say you only need to find that person and you’ll be much happier. Life will become meaningful and bright, you’ll grow wings or gills, then the forming of your family will follow, your kids will grow up, or horns and a potbelly, who knows. Basically, all the key points from the list can happen. That’s wonderful, isn’t it? Everyone lives like that, just be like everybody else! There’s nothing wrong with you, right?
It all looks like a commercial where there’s you being all dull, worn out, looking like death, and suddenly there’s your precious another half (or the initial one, though?) coming towards you with a spring in one’s step, feeling awesome and happy. He/she takes your sad shit’s hand, and you walk together over the rainbow into a new beautiful and colorful life.
And even though one person’s life is actually similar to a commercial in a history of billions of us, even though it’s like a flash, then why do we forget that our brightness and radiance depend solely on us?
We don’t need another half, we’re already whole
People are born alone and they die alone. It’s an undeniable unspoken truth. We just have to live with it.
Think for yourselves. We’re always by ourselves. For a little while, we’re under our parents’ care, but then we’re usually by all means sent somewhere where we’ll inevitably be alone. For instance, the kindergarten, school or after-school clubs like dance classes, the young mandolin players club, the university, the job, then we retire and at long last we drop off the hooks. Of course, there are loads of people in all these places, but they were once sent there, too.
Somewhere by the age of thirty, you will accumulate a fair amount of memories, the so-called episodes. They’ll be enough even for a not-so-dull short TV series. You’ll start talking like a mature adult saying things like “There’s one person I knew…” followed by a short story by the end of which you’ll give a meaningful smile that will withhold you and your intentionally unnamed character’s history.
That Very Episode
An episode in which there’s everything. The very first time you (un)randomly meet. The exciting and tedious waiting for phone calls or text messages, encounters that make your eyes shine, and then the whole clip of life lessons with their own emotional bullets inside. Tragedies, dramas, melodramas. Life is a continuous tragicomedy, though. The only thing that matters is how you perceive it.
These stories really make your life enjoyable and fascinating, but they’re not the essence of it. You determine the level of their importance yourself basing on the value of the experience you’ve gained. Roughly speaking, the qualities or knowledge you’ve acquired or enhanced. The people we meet at a particular stage of our life are like a litmus test because they help to reveal our true selves or, perhaps, even our innermost fears. That’s why interpretation is your safe weapon.
After all, the main advantage of this game is that it consists entirely of colorful pictures and it doesn’t really matter what happens next. We all want the whole, not the halves.
