“Soulmates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re instead the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. Old pangs, captivation and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope.”
― Victoria Erickson
Love isn’t based upon sane or rational choices. It is madness dressed in fine clothes and scented with sweet perfume. It is tailor made insanity that makes you forget who and what you are so that you may run towards him or her or it.
But the thing about it is that even when you recognize just how crazy it is and just how dumb it can make you act you get a double fisted injection of the secret sauce that powers the relationship you are or were in.
And the worst thing you can do is to try and make sense of feelings because they don’t operate on your normal plane of reality. They don’t act or respond to the rules and logic of the real world and trying to make them do so will only frustrate you.
So what you have to do, what you must do is stop trying to push the circle into the square and accept that in some realities 2+2=96.
But that is the rub isn’t it, all those years of formal education and socialization push you to apply those rules you learned to everything.
It’s madness to try to make that work and without point.
The best and smartest thing you can do is release yourself from that particular obligation and learn how to dance in the fire. Embrace the craziness and let the love flow fast and free through you.
You might not be able to control the beast but if straddle that sucker it will give you one hell of a ride.