You have butterflies in your stomach, suddenly life turns pink, you feel that you can become a superwoman or superman and that you can fly or turn the world upside down now that you have found your foothold, you can no longer think about anything else but the proud one who occupies your days and the right side of the bed… the symptoms can be different. Still, the feeling remains the same: happiness all the way.
Cause hormones released, cause scenarios fulfilled, cause dreams came true, more or less scientific, psychological theories…Somehow, among all the information, having in mind the idea: Are you still looking for your half? But why, don’t you know you’re whole? I have always believed that not the other person is special, but that this joy is always in you. And that the shit is… how to access it constantly, day by day, even when the other one disappears.
The other day, I met a simple man who hit me in the back of my brain with a theory that somehow kissed my logic. The man says the secret comes from the brain. It’s like meditation, where meditation doesn’t necessarily mean sitting under a tree and clearing your mind, but you can also dance, paint, do anything that keeps your mind still.
When you have managed to keep your mind still in a fixed point and no longer dashes chaotically in seven billion directions… well, that is the moment when you experiment with your soul and feel that sublime happiness without doing anything but… to be.
Kind of like orgasm, when the brain is somehow stuck on a fixed point. Or is it just me? Is anyone thinking at that moment about accounting, plans for the future, wedding dresses, car oil, kindergarten, how to save the world, or taxes? I doubt it.
Therefore, when love strikes you, the brain is stuck in the fixed point called “the other person,” and you let your soul experience and bring happiness to the surface. Cause this happiness is in you; it doesn’t come from her/him. But when time passes, when you start to get used to it, the brain starts to dance again, and that’s how everything goes downhill. The same if the bastard disappears: the brain begins to ask and walk in circles. And you think your happiness is gone with him/her. Well … not!
