I’m sick of this idea of a perfect soulmate, of whom someday we will all meet and in that moment everything will fall into place and you will love them forever and ever and ever, Notebook style. This is complete and utter bullshit. It is not up to someone else to define who you are, and your happiness. That is completely, 100% up to the individual, to find themselves, and to find their own happiness. Which of course, is impossible, because we are constantly changing, growing, expanding within ourselves, and perfect happiness forever doesn’t actually exist, and for that I’m glad. Life is full of ups and downs, it’s a complex and amazing series of events, and the absolute lows that we all hit, whether it be every so often or every day, only intensify the amazing highs. I’d rather be madly depressed for a day if it meant that the next day, by contrast, would be mindblowingly, breath takingly wonderful. My worst fear is that one day I will become complacent and chug along life at a comfortable pace, ‘pretending to be asleep’.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bagging love, two people can be great for each other and be happy with eachother, I’ve had this before and yes, it is lovely, but it’s not up to that other person to provide your happiness and peace of mind, and under no, NO CIRCUMSTANCES should one change who they are “for love”. The idea is so ridiculous that I can’t even begin to comprehend it. Be who you are and say what you want, listen to the bands that YOU enjoy, wear whatever clothes YOU want and feel comfortable in, and never, never do these things for somebody else.
Love is wonderful, but it’s not found by moulding into an image that that “perfect guy/girl” wants, because if they really are good for you, everything YOU are, inside and out, already fits that mould.