on the assumption,"I THINK THAT I'VE MET MY SOULMATE"

I just heard my friend saying, " I'm so happy. I love him a lot. I really think that I've met my soulmate this time." How many times have people committed the mistake of confusing one from the other? Probably countless of times, but none is to blame cause in all of us lies the urgency to feel deeply connected to someone. Where does the differenciating line is drawn though? In the notion that a soulmate and a life companion are two similar but not identical cells; they r both easyly confused, specially when a special dementia, love, introduces itself.
For example, a soulmate is someone that seemingly has been by your side forever, and yet ironically you just met. It's the overwhelming DEJA VU of feeling compatible with someone u rarely know from the get go. Someone that you got along and trusted , since the first moment. It could be a best friend male/female. It's a certain love that's deeper than a physical attraction or even sex itself: Which it is here where the biggest difference resides. It's a love that's inexplicable. It's far from being lustful and not quite brotherly either.
A life companion/partner, it depends severely on the attraction of the body: that love is born from an ever growing infatuation. Unlike the described soulmate love, the life partnership love is beneficial. It strives to obtain something desired, which in this case is physical. The resulted love comes as a side effect.
This theory doesn't reject the miracle that rarely in life, both forms of love are born as one. It's a precedent that comes seldomly. Many claim it, but it's rare like a jewel. Just like my friend, it seems that everyone that he matches with seem to be true soulmates for him; soulmates that usually ranged between 2-5 weeks duration.

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on "Dancing on my own"

Don't know, if any of you have heard the new song "Dancing On My Own" by Swedish artist ROBYN, the point is that the song resonates with such a lingering truth. The truth that I invoke of is of that one that lurks and swarms us all, at a certain point or several in our lives when we need to corroborate a fact in our own flesh.
There's a saying that denounces the necessity that humans have to slap ourselves from dreamy lies, even the blissful ignorance, as many call it: "eyes that ain't seeing, heart that ain't feeling." It's precisely what many of us do, when confronted with hard wake up calls that linger around us latently, but we are always the last ones to accept it.
The affairs of the heart are the most common and painful ones to confront. Even if we live in a romance that is sinking, we still refuse to accept defeat; so we enshroud that destination with a mist of lies, fantasies, and hope. The more we conceal it, the farther we get from the truth. Although it never takes the pain away, it fools us by believing our own lie: a dimension that has only one perspective, which is our own desire to retain something lost.
Being the victim of an adulterous relationship always breaks down our most sanctum defenses. It leaves us full of insecurities that are forever present in us. It's our part to control them or let them rule our future affairs. The thing is that we may see all the signs, witnesses, and even substantial proofs that something is afloat. Something that was under dark waters, and later it deliberately swims on the surface. Taking the side of the adulterous ones, it might be an unconscious desire to be caught and be forced to pull the plug on a comatose relationship; we even opt to lie or be lied in order to avoid hurt. Confrontations are often dreaded; Although there are a few that look for reasons to ignite arguments, in order to find that courage required to take out what's burning for the longest inside and deal with it. Oh how I do truly wish that honesty will shields us all from pain, but that same shield can cause us even greater grief. And yet the inability to see beyond the thickness of our own fog of hope prevent us to accept and hear the flagrant voice of reason. We reside in the shadow cause we feel safer in the bitter-sweet gap of denial. Until we don't see it with our own eyes, then there's no definite evidence. What's even beyond pain is to know and live with the corrosive doubt: suffer in pain, and yet put up a good face to keep our beloved one close and perhaps fool ourselves that the extinguished spark is not entirely gone.

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