Is the soul one entity or a transcendent being comprised of multiple parts and pieces rigged and jigsawed together?
I was listening to this song on the radio where he claims he never has to see the northern lights or the Eiffel Tower at night as long as his hand is in hers.
I love the song I think it’s super sweet. But I don’t agree with it.
Yes, I’m happy with his hand in mine and yes I love our days together. But my wanderlust, my desire to explore, and experience new things feels like a completely different part of me.
I guess what I’m saying is you can be happy in one part of your life and not so much in the other and I don’t think one is a reflection of another. But it just is.