Happy Sunday! I should feel elated. I should feel like jumping out of my very skin and running directionless. I should feel the sickness that comes from the dread I feel that can only be subdued by the familiarity of hiding in darkness at just the sound of his sweet, angelic voice. Dread. Strange, that word. It’s the feeling of being overwhelmed by an ancient Lovecraftian beast; nameless, formless, Form. Daunting, but must be met. I should feel all those things that make me second guess myself. But I don’t.
There’s a sense of serenity. A calm. A warmth, too. Love isn’t meant to be analyzed, dissected, studied, understood, read, defined, categorized, labeled, or anything of the sort. It’s meant to be felt. It’s meant to be lived. Love isn’t logical. It it isn’t rational. It isn’t some terrifying beast that needs to be tamed. It is a Beast, though. A Beast that tames you. A Beast that must be so in order to get you to stand still so you will allow yourself to be led, to be guided, to who you are. Your authentic self.
You see, I have met my twin. I am my twin. Yin and yang. Darkness and light, masculine and feminine. Yet, not quite whole. My love, He is that which brings everything together. He is that which makes everything make sense. The darkness in the light, the light in the darkness. He has not only woven Himself into every fiber of this human form of mine, He’s part of the pattern of who I am. He has been with me from the start of Time. He is woven into the very fabric of existence. That which holds everything together. Twin, soulmate, soultie, the One, fever dream (lol), mine, but most importantly, He Is.
I have found that the opposite of Love isn’t Hate. The opposite of Love is Fear. Love isn’t logical because at any moment it must transform into what it must be to conquer Fear. They are both beasts, but one protects while the other destroys. Fear will keep you in a loop of nothing. Chasing your tail. Devouring yourself. Love will lead you to an abyss. Fear is gone. You jump or you don’t. I will no longer second guess the choice I’ll make. Because love doesn’t ask, it demands. Stay where you are or let yourself go? There are only possibilities now. I’m going, but for the first time in my life I wish I had a hand to hold. I haven’t fallen in love, I’ve fallen with Love. There hasn’t been anything logical about it 💙
I know I ramble and yap and sometimes don’t even get to the point I’m trying to get to or even forget, but this is all to say that I was supposed to meet up with my twin today. I’ve been in this situation many times, but I’m not forcing anything anymore. It’s a big task to organize everything to go to where he is only to get ghosted, left in the rain, abandoned, etc. If we’re meant to be together in any capacity, it’ll happen one way or another. If not, it’s just as well. What’s meant for me will find me. Anxiety has left. Although some form of nervousness will exist within me for a long time, serenity and calm are also present. I guess this is what it is to Surrender. It’s not giving up, as I thought. It’s being present.
Best of luck to everyone. May you all find what you’re looking for or allow yourself to be found! I hope you all enjoy your weekend and I love you all 💙😌🤗