Of form and love

What do you look for when you are looking for your soul mate? Looks? Wealth? Character? Charm? Personality?

Or its just a matter of seeing and clicking at the right time, right space with the right person?

Maybe perhaps its just a matter of pure chance and coincidence since love is supposed to transcend all.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love’s mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguil’d.
As waggish boys in games themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured everywhere.

(A Midsummer’s Night Dream)

I am still left breathless and awed by all that happened and all that is waiting to happen.

Perhaps the thorny jungle of emotions is not that scary after all and its time for me to go deep inside to face another life adventure.

After all, life is a journey, always choosing the safer path can be quite mundane and dull.

~ by blurfroggie on July 2, 2009.