The "One" does not exist, true happiness is found in mutual Acceptance.

-----this was to be published July 29, 2011 @ 4:13am---- but some how got saved instead.. 


No, it's not 4am, more like 2PM, but I've got something on my mind.

The "One" is a fictional character.

A character that plays out in movies, and in life.

In movies, like the Matrix, the "One" will be there to solve the problems and make things whole, right and just.

In life, we think the one is the only other human being on the planet of 6Billion humans that we are "meant" to make a life with.

We talk the "One" in terms of fate. As though it has somehow been predetermined who that "One" is.

On Romance, I am a bit of a pessimist, an anti-romantic of sense. Perhaps aromantic, like asymptomatic or asexual is a better word, but it looks too much like aromatic...so I'm sticking with "anti." This may likely appear sad to some who are the true romantics. Those wonderful souls that keep the rest of us guessing and hoping that maybe somehow our logic is flawed.

Nonetheless life has taught me this, if I am in fact reading the lesson right, there is no "One."

Yes, this is among my more pessimistic views, but I don't believe there is any "One" right person. The right person is the found among the many that will agree to accept you for who you are. 


 For this to work, you too must accept them for who they are. Faults, shortcomings, idiosyncrasies, and all. When people agree to accept each other, things work out for them. It is that power of agreement that facilitates the environment for harmony. 


 When one looks to the their partner and begins to ache and moan about their imperfections, then there is no way it will work. It can't. They disagree about the fundamental thing, truly loving one another. 


Among the most important parts of love is the acceptance.

This choice is an activation of our free will, and the subsequent choice of mutual acceptance is what formulates an environment of harmony that will allow people to be together. 


We often first learn how to do this with our parents as we become adults. We come into adulthood and recognize their flaws. First, in our adolescence, we're angry because how dare they (as parents) hold us to a higher standard than they maintain. 


But then you realize, they have always been the same person. You loved them before, and you love them now. You accept them for who they are. You love them, it's too hard not to.  (Although some try.)