In the Buddhist culture you are supposed to return to grave of your lost loved ones after one hundred days. You do so to perform last rites–a final ceremony in which you, at last, can say goodbye. Today I say goodbye to the love I lost–not through death but through circumstance.
I spent a great deal of time thinking that people who did not believe in soul mates were somehow limited. While this may still be true, that limitation spares them the burden of that ephemeral love. When we consider the concept of soul mates who ever asks what happens when one part of that connection moves on and the other doesn’t? The Ka-tet is broken obviously, but the lives that remain?
In the end I am a person filled with responsibilities. Those things will ultimately tether me, but so far as anything else, anything meaningful, productive? The double edged sword of that soul mate belief is that if you do believe that and you do believe that ultimately love is what drives us all, then what is really left to fight for?