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Follow me outside of my room.
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It feels so real. And my mind won’t let go.
I came to think of souls and its interchangeability. Before he asks me – I can tell the number of days he has searched for the perfect soul to ask. I can tell the amount of weight his “sighs” are making. I can also tell the price of his trust and hope for an answer – or something that makes sense. “Soulmate, really what is that?” He spent less than a day to search for the perfect soul simply because he is not looking. His sighs weigh like a brick of wall – he has something else in his mind. His trust is priceless– he is a good businessman, he does not want to risk anything. “A Soulmate,” I say “I’ve always believed, is something or something that sparks your soul. Everyone believes their soulmates are or will be their lovers. Maybe that is why everyone have not been satisfied, always looking, always waiting. They do not believe that it can be their next door neighbour, or their mother who raised, or their brother who protected, or their professor who taught. Would you ever believe that you soulmate can be a beautiful eighty-year old woman? I can believe mine can be my passion – fuels too much of my soul; it can be a possibility. A soulmate secretes a deeper connection. A soulmate can be a soulthing which gives so much value to life. Breathe. Accept it.”
Souls Intertwined
- February 21st, 2006.
“She is a good person in a bad world”
I am living the life of a single, traveling, working university student for the year of 2010. I pick up and go. The world is large but I have been on top of a mountain, been inside a cloud, gazed at a blanket of stars that made me realize that I can grab the whole world. That dreams only remain dreams without action. Two years ago, I was just a girl who dreamed to get out of the box. To tear it open and get to one place out of here. I wrote, I dreamed, I hoped. But being at the right time, at the right place, and meeting the right person led me to somewhere further. I’ve traveled to places and met people I did not start dreaming about. Two years down the road, I throw away structure and deadlines. Last February I was in a river, surrounded with mountains, soaking the sun, and Dominican kids running and splashing around with so much innocence. I was illuminated that there is more than one world to see, to get to, to grab a hold of.
I just came back from the Ocoa mountains in Dominican Republic. I built a house for a family a second time around. What I received back from the people of Ocoa is worth more than any material exchange. And just like what I expected, I came home being whole.
I gaze at the blanket of stars, while I am at the peak of the mountain, and inside a cloud. What more is there?
I came back depressed.. just low on everything. Maybe bc in less than 12hrs, I had to wake up - put a face on - dress up - meet a deadline.
I’m eating dinner with my parents and the whole time my mom kept asking me what’s wrong. She said,
“its like you’re not here.. You’re not present”
… I agree.
