babylon.

i'll tell you a story.
ages ago, there was a people; a united empire who all spoke the same language. as a display of their might and valour, they endeavoured to build a tower so magnificent that it would reach the heavens, whereby they may be remembered eternally. god saw this as an act of defiance and arrogance against he who created them, and so proceeded to confuse their language. all now speaking in different tongues, the people were divided, and lost from one another. communication failed, and humankind was doomed.

and here we are. wandering the face of the earth. grasping pathetically for one another.
desperate.
trying to attach meaning to things, trying to feel something, anything.
we don't understand, and we can't express. we talk, but we rarely connect.
we're inherently flawed, that much is clear.
always wanting more, always searching for the one thing that we think may make us happy.
someone else who gets it.

there's an old theory that depicts how mankind used to be. there were 3 different types of people - a man and a man fused together, a woman and a woman fused together, and a woman and a man fused together - all joined at their backs. it goes that, somewhere along the line, we were all split apart from our matches, and now we will be forever searching for completeness, our counterparts. we'll never rest until we've filled that void.

so there it is again.
desperation.
the gods punished us once more for possibly thinking that we were invincible.
so we'll wander around in circles eternally. we'll never find our way.
we'll be momentarily happy, but, though we can technically put our bodies back together with our other halves, our souls could never be one again.

i like the idea of pre-assigned cosmic lovers.
but i don't think we should be looking to find happiness within another.
i believe we should learn to be lonely, to seek solace within ourselves.
that's not to say we can't find perfection with someone else - i know it exists. it's encouraging induviduality, stimulation, and controversy.
and when we do meet our match, we'll learn to speak in one another's tongues, and maybe rediscover ourselves along the way.

and i'll be honest; i'm enjoying the wander.