"Brida" & Soulmates

The knowledge I learnt from "Brida": The soul of the world has been splitting over the years. For some reason, it always splits into a male and female counter-part. Thus.. our soulmates are born. However, since so much time has gone by.. we could have more than one soul mate.. our soul could have, and probably did, split more than once.

An appropriate quote from "Brida":
" 'But how will I know who my Soulmate is?' 'By taking risks, By risking failure, disappointment, disillusion, but never ceasing in your search for Love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end.' 'You could tell your Soulmate by the light in their eyes...' "

My perspective after finishing "Brida": I'm full of hope.. because no matter how much pain has come through, no matter how much falling I have done.. I want to meet my Soulmate. He's out there, and of this I'm convinced.. He's close too, I can feel it somehow.. I just wish I could have some clarity. A moment. That's all I need.. a moment.. and the light in his eyes.

A Strange Thing Called Love

Na jaana na pehchaana, ek andeka anjaana.. aur dil de bheti hoon usse.

This is the strangest feeling. I'm in love, and I don't know who he is. But I'm in love. And I know he's there somewhere, I don't know where, I don't know how.. all I know is I'm in love. A love I've never felt before. I smile without thinking, I sing without knowing, and best of all.. I'm happy for no apparent reason. My birthday is coming and I have made a wish. I want to know who he is.. where he is.. I want him to come in front of me.. I want to meet him.. to know he is the one I love. Maybe I'm being silly.. but it feels too right to not give any thought to. I have faith.. I know my love.. and I know in time it will happen.

Acceptance

Why are people like this. Everyone, everything seems so artificial..so fake.. and yet I want to believe it is real. Is this stupidity or my faith in humanity? We each have our reasons, our inhibitions, our fears, our hopes and our dreams. We don't know each others reasons or dreams.. nor inhibitions and fears.. so than why do we judge so harshly? I wonder why like classes are new, professors are new, buildings are renovated and new.. why can't we all be new? I wonder why we can't start fresh. A stigmatism follows us wherever we go. We are followed by past choices - good or bad.. regretful or pride-filled.. our past follows us. It's like the shadow that doesn't leave with the setting sun. I try to forget. I try to erase, I try to go on, I try to start new. But they won't let me. I made choices because I knew they were right for me, so why don't they let me. Acceptance. I think that should be a class. A required class.