There’s a Greek myth that says that all humans were born with four arms, four legs and two heads. Zeus feared their power and decided to split all of the humans in two, leaving them to forever search for their other half. (Tragic right?) The half that fit them perfectly in every sense of the word. Now here we are thousands of years later, continuing to try and fix the mess that Zeus gave us.
Most people think a soulmate is going to end up being your the love of your life. This is where I slightly disagree. I think a soulmate can be the love of your life, but they don’t necessarily have to be.
Soulmate literally means the mate of the soul. Not of the heart, not of the mind, but of the soul. What a soul even consists of is a conversation that can be carried out among many hours of discussion after a few glasses of wine. I believe your soul is the deepest, richest part of yourself. A part that you may never completely understand, but the part that breathes and lives with every fiber of your being. People talk about the heart being the most important part of a human life because the heart lets you “love” those around you. But I think your soul is more important than your heart. I think your heart changes as you age, learn and experience things in your life. But your soul? Your soul is what moves with you and embodies the essence of who you really are from the minute you enter the world as a tiny human. I think your soul is what it is from the second you are born. You can’t change your soul, it’s just who you are.
To me, a soulmate is the person who fits the other half of your soul. You can talk with them about things that some other people might not understand no matter how many times you explain it to them. They can stay up and talk with you for hours or sit in complete silence with you as you both sit on your computers and sip tea. They can slap you in the face when you’re doing something stupid and also transform into your biggest cheerleader when you’re chasing after your dream. They hold you when you cry even if you don’t know exactly what you’re crying over and laugh with you until you’re on the floor and can’t breathe. They love and accept you for who you are, even if you yourself don’t know exactly who you are in that moment. They just do it because they understand you. They’re a part of you.
I think a soulmate can be a lover, a best friend, a sister, a brother, a mom, a dad, an aunt, an uncle, a step parent, a stranger in a coffee shop or even a co-worker. You don’t know exactly when you’re going to find your other half so don’t even try looking. I think it’s just a feeling you get when you look at them. A feeling of mutual understanding and acceptance with an underlying language of telepathy that only the two of you seem to speak.
Maybe you’ve already found your soulmate. Or maybe you think you’ve found them but a few years down the line you’ll find the real one. Or maybe it won’t happen until you’re 82. You’ll find them or they’ll find you. Timing is everything.