You Complete Me??

I have a very interesting accessory on my wrist which has become something of a mystery to my friends and family. A good friend of mine gave me a white ribbon which had been blessed at a church in Bahia Brazil. According to tradition, you must make a wish when the ribbon has been tied to your wrist and that wish will come true when the ribbon falls away. Well, that was two years ago and this ribbon which has now become an unrecognizable piece of rag is still attached to me; I can’t even remember what I wished for it’s that long ago!

Knowing me at that time it was probably a logical and simple wish like being happy. Not a big ask is it, yet it can be like reaching up for something  on a high shelf. You climb up on a chair for that teasing pot of smooth Peanut Butter and if you’re lucky the chair won’t wobble, but what happens if you go flying and have no choice but to acquire a taste for Marmite? Should you risk getting back up on that chair or find yourself the longest ladder you can find?

I hear so many people say that feeling complete will bring them the happiness that they crave for and that another person would make them feel complete. Really, I’m not convinced about laying the responsibility at the door of another as it implies that you can’t be whole if there is just you. In Greek Mythology the first humans were created with 4 arms, 4 legs, 4 eyes, 2 noses and 2 mouths.  Afraid of their power Zeus split them in half leaving them to find the other half of themselves…SOUL MATES.

I believe in soul mates and if one day you find your other half then that’s great but I reckon in the meantime meeting people who will compliment you  not complete you are far more special. Complete seems so final but finding people you get on with on a spiritual and intellectual level has so much more going for it and not forgetting humour; sharing jokes and banter is soul enhancing! There is so much emphasis on how we begin and where we want to end up that we become blind to the importance of the middle bit; it’s like eating a jam doughnut only to find that the raspberry filling is missing…empty and devoid of any real substance.

Who wants to feel like a doughnut?

© Michelle Sotiriou 2013

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