Lately I’ve been wondering, what if I was never meant to find the love of my life in this lifetime? What if he does not exist, and I continue to drag my feet all my days still waiting for him to magically appear out of nowhere?
What if my soulmate has passed on, murdered or died heroically, or died too young because of a disease, before I even got the chance to meet him? Perhaps we’ll see each other again in the next lifetime, but I am left to toil for the rest of this life alone and lonely. Is it time to start buying cats? But I hate cats. I should just get myself dogs, rabbits, and capybaras…
But seriously, it is a possibility. Same way that finding the love of my life is simply a possibility and is not certain. That’s why I enjoy imagining how my my funeral will be more than imagining how I want my wedding to be. At least I’m sure my death is certain, but love? I don’t really know.
I should start working on my Plan B, since Plan A doesn’t seem to work at all. What can I do with this beautiful life if I end up living it all alone? I want to be completely rational and at peace with my Plan B. I don’t want to feel horrible and alone and defeated even if I never find the love of my life in this lifetime.