Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another,
“What! You too? I thought I was the only one."
She’s an only child, and when I pointed out to her that she had a twin right there beside her she was thoroughly enchanted, providing a variety of expressions of recognition and awe at this discovery. Suddenly there was someone who fully understands and appreciates the quirky nuances of her true nature, who sees as she sees, and feels as she feels. What could be more heavenly than that?
I think our journey through life is mostly a never ending quest for just this kind of mutual recognition and connection. Whether or not we believe in soul mates, deep down we hope for someone to *really* see us in all our humanness as well as our divinity, and then reflect back all that is most beautiful and pure. It’s not just a desire for love we’re seeking, but a confirmation of our worthiness to be loved exactly as we are. This is the stuff of poetry and paintings, music and literature and all the arts, where a single soul bravely exposes their innermost being, pours themselves freely into the collective whole, and wonders if perhaps one day, suddenly, they’ll unearth a twin.
“What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”