The rest of our lives

by jemnotfinch

I think one of my favorite takes on love is from Greek mythology, as Plato cited in The Symposium:

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

The first time I read that I fell in love with the idea. Of how that’s what life is all about or at least should be about, even if a lot people don’t believe it for themselves–finding that one person to spend the rest of your life with because in the first place, you were supposed to begin it with them. Of how when you find the one you’re really meant to form a whole with, you’re a lot more powerful that even the Greek gods fear you. Of how you’re never really complete unless that ultimate person is with you.

It may not be true for everyone. But it’s exciting to believe that it’s true for me.

It would mean that whatever I have to offer is exactly what he needs and what I need is what he is going to be able to offer.