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Thank you for your kind words, Anon, but if I may make one addendum:
Luck has nothing to do with it. I say this for a few reasons. First and foremost is that God puts the paths before us which means that the intent is there. Fortune is then found by making that journey down that path and learning from it.
Secondly, I do not want to say that we are lucky because I do not want others to believe that finding their Soul Mate, their Other Self, is something that can be left up to the idea of 'chance'. It takes away our agency and responsibility that we have to develop ourselves for ourselves so that we are ready to make the Journey to the Other.
Wise Effort, I suppose you could call it.
It would not have been possible if I had not taken the steps necessary to do so and, even then, it would still have not have been possible if she had not made a journey of self-discovery, self-understanding, and Faith as I had.
Just as one cannot carry a relationship by themselves, starting one responsibly means that both parties need to make the journey together, even when they are physically apart. Their souls will speak to one another, update on progresses and setbacks, give guidance and inspiration; so there will be no fear about being alone.
Anguish, perhaps, at the setbacks. But as we work together, those have proven themselves as unable to stop our Love.
Loving is actually much harder than fighting, I've found. I've spent a life fighting. Fighting is easy because it is easy to deny the Other when one fights. Solitude becomes 'bearable'. Suffering becomes 'medicinal'.
Loving is hard. Loving opens one's self to vulnerability, to hurt. It tests how much we can handle emotionally, physically, and mentally because when we truly Love, we expose ourselves. It is almost like a double-edged sword, Anon:
On the one hand, the happiness feels like the Sun expanding in my chest and my head is to the Moon. On the other hand, when we hurt one another, it feels as if I am dying inside. The suffering is intense as it is infinite; only abated by the support and love of the Other.
To be frank, Anon, when I am suffering over her, not even God can mend me. Only she can. It's spectacular and scary at the same time, but I cannot stop loving her.