chemistry, fireworks, whatever you want to call it
I found this today on LJ secret and it really got me thinking. Lately I've questioned the idea of love, true love. Everyone has at some point, and I've met some real disbelievers. For a long time, I was in the camp that thought there was someone out there just for me, another half, just a Aristophanes described in Plato's Symposium. I would be forever searching for it and I was happy with that.
Which would be a worse fate? Never settling for less than butterflies and waiting for true love, potentially condemning yourself to being a lone though heroic spinster? Or having lasting companionship, but with someone who isn't "the one"? There are many people I know I could be "happy" with, dear friends of mine and probably many strangers included. My life would be joyful and productive and I would die a content woman. But at the same time, I know that I'd always be looking for that one that sparks fire in me, or however you call it. I'd be searching for that feeling that I don't even know exists, or what it feels like. It'd be like looking for a needle in a haystack blindfolded with a hand tied behind your back and you don't know what the hell a needle is.
I really don't know the answer and maybe I'm not supposed to. Maybe there isn't one.
But tonight, to the many stars of the sky, I send this musing and wait.