David Shoshani
It is a plebeian tendency to predominately associate the dealing of relationships in general and TrueLove in particular with teenagers who have nothing else to do but to dream and fantasize about fairytales and their prince-charming. But who are really those who look for TrueLove? Are they only teenagers? What about the grownups; those who have already been in one or two significant relationships and still secretly hold onto their childhood dreams? Could it be that a successful business man who makes daily transactions that worth millions of dollars craves as well to know what key opens the gate to his kingdom of TrueLove?
TrueLove is humanity’s most natural inheritance, en masse and per individual. Every personality and each soul is imprinted with the drive to seek itself through the search for TrueLove. So far that seed has remained latent. All the same, that fact does not entail the seed does not exist. Following is a description of cases for three archetypical individuals who begin to embark on their own journey.
Somewhere and at this exact moment a lonely man sits on a couch reading about TrueLove. He is in his late fifties and his hair is graying. As he narrows his blue eyes to understand the words a crucial question pops into his head: ‘which might be the stipulations that I must adhere to, to get into the kingdom of TrueLove?”. Our man is not young anymore and his physical health is not as it used to be. Many women he knew during his early years but none was his TrueLove. As a child he still had held the belief in finding his own special girl but very soon he taught himself that TrueLove is a façade and exists, if at all, only in the movies. Once, still vernal and fine-looking he ‘had it with the women’. But today, the body has betrayed him and his look is not as brisk as before. ‘Will the kingdom of TrueLove really accept someone like me?’, he dispiritedly maunders.
Somewhere and at this exact moment a mature woman is lying on her bourgeois bed preparing for her regular night sleep. Her last thoughts before drifting into dreamland wander around a place she was just told of, where one can find TrueLove. When first heard she hesitantly laughed and instantly abrogated ‘that nonsense” but now, in her semi-solitary chambers her mind is preoccupied by second thoughts: ‘Is TrueLove something relevant for me too?’ Indeed, when she was in her early twenties and studied in the university she had a wonderful relationship which exhilarated her spirit and caused her dreams to soar up and high. But much before she was able to taste its full promising delicacies the TrueLove mysteriously ended. Her mother told her, back then, that she should quit those follies and return to the reality where compromises must be made or else she would never find a man and would remain single for the rest of her life. And so she did. And now our dear woman is married but not to her TrueLove. ‘Can I have a TrueLove?’, she wanders, ‘and if so what will come to be with my husband?’. Such thoughts scare her because she loves her husband. He is a good man, takes care of her, provides for her, and always remains next to her when she needs him. No, he is not the TrueLove she has fantasized of during all those years but she does love him. What should she do? Take the lonely and unknown road towards a doubtful TrueLove or be comforted in her hisband’s embracing hug?! He is sleeping right next to her, so close and certain. TrueLove, alas, is so distant and vague. What a dilemma!
“We already have a TrueLove”, arrogantly claims the young couple who has just recently met. An immaculate and pure plans and promises reside in their smiles and when their eyes intersect they know that nothing and no one can danger their future under the wings of TrueLove. He loves her and misses her. She thinks of him and wants him. “He brought me such nice flowers; he is so sensitive” she sighs. He is bewitched by her and cannot imagine his life without her, without her pampering and affection, without her constant love towards him, without the food that she places in his mouth. Each time when he comes to visit at her parents’ house she eagerly pulls him into her room and passionately kisses him. “I am very lucky; my friends envy me so much”, he smiles and feels great satisfaction as his hands fumble his girlfriend’s body.
And indeed, they seem to know what TrueLove is, don’t they? After all they live it, don’t they? What could possibly happen to them? Isn’t that so?
Little our cute lovers know that TrueLove has yet to knock on their doors and present itself when appropriate. For now, they are given the chance to feel their ways through the corridors of youth. Those paths will base the ground which later be sharply pulled away right beneath their feet. For TrueLove is much grander and much independent to the extent that it can barely be noticed by the young ones who are still captured by the adventuresome discoveries of their bodies and emotions.
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