July 10, 1999

The One

As cheesy as it sounds, we humans have one of the greatest ability to form the relationship of love with another. This drives us in numerous ways from our daydreams to our movies and literature. Importantly, most of us spend our time in search of the fabled person meant for them.

"Fabled" is the wrong word. The idea that everyone has a special someone out there must be true. It gives us hope; it pushes us to try and ask people on dates.

However, it has become an easy custom for us to try to dismiss this. One excuse, nicknamed by myself as the "Swedish Woman," is the idea that the special person does exist for me, but she lives in Sweden. Thus, the chances of us meeting are unlikely. Notice that it's unlikely, not impossible. Though the chances are slim, it could happen. The Swedish Woman is just as much in search of me as I am for her. Some strange occurrence of events (and history is filled with these) could bring us together.

An even more amazing excuse states that the statement is false since there is an odd number of people on the planet half the time. Unfortunately, the logic is skewed here. Consider this possibility: a man dies. His wife of sixty long years is left. She makes up the odd number. The point is that the population is constantly changing and simply looking at the larger picture without knowledge of the inner workings just won't work.

Someone is out there for you. He or she will not be easy to find, however. You might meet them early in life, or late. The person might come into your life and nothing happens, but then reappears years later and then the time is right. Love is not a single moment nor an emotion. It is a constant struggle of numerous factors to come together. It's not easy, but why should it be? I would not want to know the identity of my "Swedish Woman." I prefer the mystery and risk. It makes it special.

I live my life. I look for her. I can be wrong, but I hope that I can be right as well.