Lately, I’ve been reading Liz Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love” – most of you may thing I’m on a girl-like-existentialist drama, I am kinda on it already, but the things I am finding out are tremendous and powerful. I think I’m kinda finding the edge of the reason in some matters that had haunted me for at least the past 4 years of my short – but worth – existence.
The most shocking line of the book that I am reading so far is, as it follows (chapter 48 if you are interested): “People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it.” – Thank God that Richard from Texas showed up in the middle of Gilbert’s emotional breakdown, otherwise the book itself wouldn’t have anything worth to read (besides the cultural and spiritual contents I do believe are awesome!)
Reading that chapter made me think a little bit about myself and the past years: lack of sleep, mid-night emotional breakdowns, Speed-up and boring dates – Yes, I am such a girl, not the brave woman I must be. I have to accept that fact, soul mates come into your life, change you for a while or help you out in that missing engine of your life and then, sadly, they are forever gone. I must thank him for what he did (Though we are not speaking anymore due to some out-of-myself-childish drama) sometimes words are not necessary, but thoughts and good wishes, and that is something I will do from now and ahead. The other big deal is moving on, I think that thanks to that amazing experience I really valued myself and got some courage (for not saying balls) to face some life issues, something that happens to everybody: growing up, getting a job, KEEPING a job, being independent, etc. So, I am back in my English-blogging-posting again by closing a chapter of my life, finally (I hope). I’ve hear once that we all get the right words in the right time, that is what has just happened to me, got the right words from a stranger who was kind of going through the same dilemma (yes… “I’ve been there”) and wrote a book about it, praised and sometimes misunderstood by Hollywood and chick-flick lovers. It is time – besides of writing in this blog again – to put my records on, listen to positive tunes, put the brave shoes on and ask the wizard of Oz some brains, heart and bravery – Or maybe something else: A way of finding home in this brand-new-adult life.
