The Real and the Ideal

     True love is not about finding the perfect person,  but about creating the perfect relationship.  It is not about how much love you have at the beginning, but about how much love you could build without end.

     Isn’t it funny how we always picture an ideal partner in our minds..?  We list down so many requirements and then we spend our waking days  hunting up that “perfect” person.  We fall into the trap of infatuation and we called it love; and then, time and again our hearts get broken and our dreams get shattered.  How long have a lot of people found themselves trapped in this vicious cycle? Perhaps months… perhaps years… perhaps too long to even quantify the amount of time that has passed.  It is sad, really, that a lot of people do not realize that while we may list down all the criteria in the world, this ideal person would forever remain just that, the ideal.  And while the ideal may be near perfect, it is only the real who could truly love us back.

     I have, admittedly, fallen into the same trap… the same cycle.  The lure of the ideal is just too hard not to fall into; just like the dreams and fairy tales and air castles we’ve built when we were little, the ideal lulls us into the comforting belief that there exists a person borne of our imaginings.  For a time, I thought that I have found the one who fit into all the categories and criteria.  But I was wrong.  After endless tears and lamentations, it finally dawned on me that creating an image of the ideal is in fact, self-centered.  Why expect so much of others, when it would be more productive to just draw realistic expectations of myself?  And thus came the paradign shift.  Perhaps I may have been disillusioned for a time, but getting over that was easy enough with faith and prayers.

     And so I ventured through life alone, with not even a subconscious portrait of an ideal in my memory.  And ironic though it may be, I came across someone who could’ve been the personification of my ideal, should one have still existed in my head.  Only, he was my friend.  My best friend.  And from the moment I fell, life has been a lot less simple.

     Yes, it was a tough road, paved with tears and laughter, joy and pain.  But nevertheless, it was constant falling that I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.  With each passing day, as I discovered more things about him, even the memory of the ideal faded away into nothingness.  With each word and each song, each laugh and each tear, I realized so poignantly that however perfect the image of an ideal seems to be, it would always pale in comparison to the reality of the one for whom your heart beats.

     It was a long journey.  And now he who was my mentor and friend is much more than that.  He is my angel and my miracle… my twinflame and the one in whom my heart and my faith rests.  And now, more than ever, I realize that this is as real as it gets…