The One
No i'm not going to start on the matrix system and Neo but its something i talked abt in my previous post.
The whole concept of 'the one' we all frequently witness in those sloppy mushy love sotries abt how two people are so competable for each other.
Well the theory does have some limitations and it just seems too idealistic in those scenarios. I mean, for one thing how would we know whether'the one' (i'm doing the two finger thing...haha) would ever even meet us in our entire life? There are 6 billion people in this world after all, we can't expect to meet all 3 billion of the opposite sex. For all we know, we could fade into the histories of humanity without even having met someone supposedly so compatable.
Another week point is the time fram in which we are meant to meet 'the one'. If we'd follow to story frame of stories such as the Notebook or the Lakehouse, we'd realise that they'd always meet between their early adult years of 20-30. It would definitely e amusing if they were to met wehn they're placing their cataracts and moaning about the good ol' days . On the other spectrum, imagine kindergardeners consoling a soul mate type relationship.
Then theres the issue of 'the one' always being of the same race. So does God complexly place all 'the ones' under the same racial category? How are we to know our soul mate isnt an african agriculture farmer or a bosnian conservative? In fact, why does the concept of 'the one' limit to the opposite sex. Isnt it possible for straight people to have the one potential in people of the same sex, despite any sexual orientation?
There you see the concept is so loosely based, because we don't know everything that goes on in the world. For all we know, 'the one' could be a ethnic Uzberkistani Princess who underwent a sex change operation. THe possibilities are endless (plus the humour potentials).
Am i being a love cynic? hahah perhaps... but thats how i see it nayway. Of course, i could be wrong... (but i seldom am..... 0=D ) hahah .. someone go on and prove me wrong ( <---- a lame attempt at picking up chicks)
Labels: Philosophical Rantings
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