What makes a certain person in our lives fatal? What makes somebody so special that our hearts melt, our minds go blank, we feel overjoyed, overwhelmed, over-everything? Why is it this person and not that one?
There are many theories about that, from very spiritual ones about soul-mates and journeys of souls and reincarnations, to very depressing psychoanalytical theories that it is actually nothing but our subconscious mind searching for the compatible persona out there, the one that will represent our father as well as our mother, the good stuff as well as the bad one, and enable us to continue with acting out whatever games and roles we have learned to interact through. And, yes, there are even more down-to-earth theories, about the chemistry in our brain, about the neurons and hormones and synapses and all that stuff.
But, what really bothers me is the same questions as Forrest Gump attempted to answer: “I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.” So, it is the question whether there is an objective fatalness or am I myself making a certain relationship a fatal one in my life, by adding certain qualities to it, be it consciously or unconsciously. Is it me choosing to open up widely and deeply to a specific person and thus experience an intense fullness of our contact and connection, or is it that there actually is, objectively, something special between us, something that is becoming alive now, overwhelming us with its energy?
If it is an objective fatalness, than life on a planet with billions of individuals really sucks. It’s like searching for a needle in a hay stack. In this case I certainly hope we do communicate also on subtle and very spiritual levels, otherwise there’s no way to find each others in one life time. On the other way, if it is us who are, by shaping our perceptions, literally creating fatal people around us in our lives…, well in that case you can just grab the first one on a street, define him or her as the fatal one, and live happily ever after.
Oh, yeah, they will need to see you as a fatal one too, so this complicates things a bit.
Anyway, be it this way or the other, I can count myself as an extremely lucky guy since I have been living with my fatal one. It settles so many questions and brings so much peace and bliss. Having your goddess, your fatal one here, around, with me, I mean, isn’t that a paradise? I can look at her, smell her, touch her, hug her, interact with her in every way, every day…
Well, I guess tomorrow it is going to be a fatal day for me, when she comes home from her business trip and reads what kind of stuff I have been posting about her on my blog.