You and I through a thousand lives…

Here we are, holding hands at the edge of forever. Here we are, in the emptiness between stars. Here we are, waiting for another life.
Soulmates never die.

You know the legend the Ancient Greeks had about humans? That they once had four legs and four arms and heads with two faces? That Zeus, afraid of them being too powerful, decided to split them in half, damned them to spend a lifetime in search of their missing halves?

No, not a lifetime, but a thousand lifetimes…

Finding and losing the missing half, over and over again.

Like Prometheus having his liver eaten by a giant eagle every single day.

We are broken, we are missing, whatever’s left is missing the other half so damn much… broken, complete, broken, complete. On and on like this. On and on forever.

Like Sisyphus and his damn boulder.

Eternity testing us to see if we are indeed one piece broken in half by the gods.

Fate testing whether or not love conquers all.

Like Orpheus travelling through the Underworld for his missing half.

Here we are at the edge of forever.

Holding hands.

At the boundary between life and death. Between nothing and everything.

Here we are.

And the stars shine hard and bright against the darkness.

Atlas struggling to hold the world against his shoulders.

And only at the edge of forever do we become what we were designed to become.

The brief moment when Sisyphus can catch a glimpse of the top of the mountain.

Holding hands, at the edge of darkness, we become one.

All the early mornings when Prometheus awakens whole. He opens his eyes for the briefest of moments, his eternal punishment lingering before his eyes; just a nightmare.

“Was it real, did it happen?” the Titan asks himself.

The pain of being ripped apart over and over again but a faint sensation burning inside him.

But then the immortal sees the giant eagle in the distance.

Dreams do come true. Oh, they do. But we often forget that nightmares are dreams too.

You and I can die a thousand times, yet we always find ourselves at this bitter edge. Holding hands.

You and I through a thousand lives…

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23 thoughts on “You and I through a thousand lives…

  1. Until we find that other half to fill our earthly desires, we can be consoled by the Merciful Love of Jesus and place our trust in Him to help us find true happiness.
    Thank you for writing this beautiful piece. I LOVE the image at the top, it is beautiful too.

  2. Beautiful! I loved everything but the bitter edge. If you make it back to your other half and are holding their hand then that seems like a victory to me. No need for bitterness, maybe some tears, but those should be of the happy kind. I think your message is great, but I just wanted to make sure you saw the beauty of that moment versus what could come next.

    • You make a great point. And it is a beautiful moment. There they are, holding hands, finally one.

      But isn’t it true that knowing what comes next, knowing they’ll be torn apart again, they wouldn’t be able to enjoy the moment?

      • The moment could be bittersweet, but honestly if I had finally reunited with my love after a thousand lifetimes of searching and longing I would be so overcome with joy that nothing else would register. I would have a smile on my face till they ripped us apart, but maybe that’s just me.

        • I can imagine that… There’s this novel written by a Romanian author. Adam and Eve. And it’s about soulmates and reincarnation, and the opening scene is when he meets her and realizes who she is and… then he gets shot, But there’s that moment, that instant when he recognizes his soulmate and feels what no other person ever made him feel.

          • That sounds beautifully tragic. I think you need to read something where things don’t all end in misery. : ) It only goes that way if it’s the only path you believe exist.
            I think deep down you know that happiness is possible. You mentioned in your work those breakthrough moments like where Sisyphus sees the top of that mountain or Prometheus wakes up whole before the eagle attacks. Don’t be afraid to enjoy the sweetness of life for fear of losing it. If you can’t enjoy those moments, then the truth is you already lost them. You don’t want to go down that road and hopefully, you won’t.

  3. I love that myth about the other half. I read about it in Joseph Campbell’s books. I love how there’s always a “separation” motif to mythology. The story you mentioned, Adam’s rib being removed, he and Eve being cast out of the Garden (separation, and like the Greek myth, it means we are all trying to get back into the Garden – paradise, the safety of the womb, whatever).

    • Maybe we want to have this certainty: that we will undoubtedly find our missing half, that we’ll find paradise again. Makes it easier to go through hard times. That’s why the popularity of such myths.

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