Soulmates...

Most people I have met seem to think that a soulmate is their perfect fit, potentially their life partner...and that is what everyone wants.

Now isn't that total hokum! (forgive my bluntness)

It's like people believe all you need to do to is like the same bands  or singers in order to be soulmates...or book. 

Exbihit A: "omg...You like Paulo Coelho's The Zahir too...wow it's like we're the same person!"

No we're not!it's like we have the same English teacher. There's a difference... 

I think a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.(not always in the gentlest way possible but who can blame them?)

But to live with a soul mate forever? Hell NO! Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life...

Lucky are those who met their soulmates, and for those who just realised it was not who they thought, take your torch lights and go on into the night. Somebody is out there.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder?

 

I am fairly certain that you are familiar with the commonly coined legend of Narcissus...

Young hunter who by 16 years of age had conquered the hearts and minds of every young man and woman (yes both genders :-), i guess we were eons away from the invention of homophobia ) but who haughtily spurned them all...he who one day knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty and was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned.  

But this is not the entire story as I see it...
 

When Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

'Why do you weep?' the goddesses asked.

'I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.

'Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,' they said, 'for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.'

'But... was Narcissus beautiful?' the lake asked.

'Who better than you to know that?' the goddesses asked in wonder. 'After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!'

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.'

What a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world I ask you? 

Where then could we look for reassurance of our identities? 

Narcissus was so egotist...he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, upon gazing on his reflection, this beautiful comrade, the only inseparable love...poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point...don't you think?

Unzipping the Jacket

Blogging arenas make my knees weak, not in a heart-melting emotionally chaotic way, but the way a caped matador surely feels when he sees those bloodshot eyes riveted on him in the bullring. 

In an absolutely insecure feat of mind over body, I have decided to set my soul bare on this virgin page...will I now be known as the Cristina Sánchez of bloggers? 

As I delve into these precious illusions of mine (who have never let me down by the way), I look forward to forgetting who I was to become who I am. 

What part of my history will be reinvented or under rug swept?

Don't forget to tune in next...this season is going to blow...my mind.