You Ask Me Why

My Weighted Companion Cube asked me today what the point was in dating if the person to be dated wasn’t the “one” or didn’t have the potential to be the “one”. I’ve been thinking in quiet rage for not having an answer. Then it came to me as quick as lightening. We can never know who the “one” will be until we spend an exponential amount of time with the person.

I suppose it goes back to me thinking I had it all figured out with the ‘Stache Master. I looked in his eyes the first day we met. From the base of the escalator I said a silent pray – “please god let me have this one thing in life forever for if you do allow it I will do your bidding without question.” Perhaps I was praying to the devil instead, but I did know in that very moment the ‘Stache Master would walk away with my heart and simultaneously break it.

Knowing what I know today, I cannot say I would not have ventured down the same journey. It would have been so very foolish to walk away. What would have I learned? Nothing! I would have continued life as I did back then never really learning how to trust or love, although I am sad that I did not come out of it the same person. Then again, relationships rarely allow us the chance to ever remain the same while still finding growth. That is the inherent problem of being close to another soul – after a certain amount of time both souls learn to feed off each other and thus changing their very core.

So, I go back to what my Weighted Companion Cubed asked me today, “What is the point of dating”? I would like to think the point of dating is not only to better ourselves but to explore ourselves. One can only hope that along the way they will meet a soul that so touches them as to fuse with their own. This could be considered the “one”, but again, even when we think we have found that soul there is always the chance that life will tear you apart. I think of the song “Origin of Love” when I think of my soul being separated from the “one” I thought would meet me in my grave.

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.

That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad storyHow we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.

This quote makes me think almost every second of everyday (yes I have a very busy brain) that nothing is so certain in this world, least of all love. We all have another half – a perfectly paired soul that mirrors our own, but who is to say that we will every find what reflects in ourselves to a T? We can search our whole lives, we can wander this earth trying to “shove ourselves back together”, and we can look through blinded eyes and still never be able to see or feel. Perhaps this is the reason for dating? Perhaps it is this constant searching that makes us so willing to search and search with heartache being the imminent outcome, for even when we find true love it will surly end in one form or another – the most likely meeting your other half six feet deep.