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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Nobody Is Like Me


Nobody thinks like you, acts like you, or deals with life like you. You can preach "soul mate" and "twin soul" all you like. You can entertain me with stories by Plato claiming Zeus split original humans endowed with four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces in half because he feared their power and thus condemned them to spend their lives searching for the other half for completion.

You can capture my attention with beliefs of God creating androgynous souls, equally male and female that somehow split into separate genders, perhaps because they incurred karma while playing around on the earth, or because of a "separation from God."  Then, you can tell me over a number of reincarnations, each half seeks the other until all karmic debt is purged, so that the two will fuse back together and return to the ultimate androgyny. I still deny total similarity.

The concept of twin flames joining as one represents a beautiful symbol for uniting two souls; however, this flickering light does not make me believe a couple will be melded in design and understanding. Facing the struggle of life, each person in such a coupling uses separate strategies of coping. Some separation is bound to take place.


Sooner or later, you must face the fact that, as far as worldly identities, you will someday rely on your own unique self to steer your own course. Not that spouses, friends, and mates don't contribute greatly to your life, but they are never exactly like you. You master the vehicle of your own motivation. No one else can grab the wheel, even in the most dire circumstances. Free will often sets dangerous navigation.

Even if you have a monozygotic twin (from one zygote that splits and forms two embryos - 0.2% of the world's population), you do not have a unique, total match. And, while most of these twins grow up in the same home environment, there are many circumstances that create differences in the children's appearances, personalities, and interests. As the twins approach the teen years, they may even seek to establish dissimilar qualities in order to establish individual identities. (Pamela Prindle Fierro, "Why Are Identical Twins Different?" multiples.about.com, 2010)

You will certainly cry at those around you, "Nobody understands me!" in righteous understanding of others' disabilities. Truer words have not been spoken; no human will honestly understand you. Yet, in the utterance, you admit your own fault, your own inability to comprehend meaningless cries of personal distress. By nature, you wander a solitary, self-chosen path. Understandings are marginal at best, anyway.

To live as an adult, you must be your own master and slave. You alone hold the power to control yourself or to let someone else control you. You choose the degrees of your environment. You have no business blaming your direction on another or on fate. From the womb, your body and mind began to form and develop your unique situation. Society does not allow you to use your past or to use your influences to matter one single iota. The second change, the redo, the "pass the buck," the "blame game" -- none matters because not one other person can relate to your individualism.


Nobody has to deal with your problems, your excuses, your existence. You were both blessed and damned to be the only human of the mold. The human will is your only constant ally -- the one thing you can count on in sickness, trouble, and danger. The better you understand your will, the better you increase your chances for continued breathing. Scars of past encounters represent either marks of your accomplishment or seeping wounds of your own neglect. One day the doctor will certainly be on a distant golf course as you plead your bloody emergency. If you deny the strength of your own will that day, you fall, possibly forever.

Nobody is you. The harsh fact is a revelation that forces you to make choices. The harsh fact is a revelation that forces you to make choices. As you move through the choices and unexpectedly changes that accompany them, expect no quarter. Your battle plan must account for reality, the greatest of destructive forces that, horribly, does conceal and sometimes reveal a terrible, swift sword.

You, like every human being, will seek the help of God at a point of realization that you are but a tiny, single person alone in distress. You, most certainly, will pray for His help. You will ask for mercy while you finally see clearly that it's just you and Him, and God is the friend who holds the only complete understanding of you.

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