This is such a powerful line from a book I read during my university days Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, and it has stayed with me for all these years albeit hidden. It still gives me goosebumps and a crazy sense of romanticism every time I read the line. It also compelled me to listen to this book all over again on Blinkist as well. Pssst: If you are the one for utopian concept of falling in love, treat this as your trigger to stop reading here :)
For those who have read the book may understand the depth of this statement given how stark the contrast was between Katherine and Heathcliff, in their beliefs, societies, their idea of romance and companionship, how their relationship is so painful, complex and tragic and yet so entwined with each other through their own lives and beyond.
This line, "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." almost transcended on me recently not knowing why. Perhaps it was a divine way of awakening of my faculties to the spiritual linkage of my connection to the outer universe to a soul somewhere. The emotion started building up in me and then a flurry of episodes from past and some more recently started rushing to my mind and then came a pause... a pause to reflect on that gush of feelings, the urge to do something, the need to react senselessly and then again retract and act with wisdom. In the end the wise person in me chose to hold back and scribe this instead.
As we grow, we have a certain idea of what falling in love means, we seek joy and elation in snippets of that idea when displayed by another person in how they talk, respond, behave and think. Without even knowing whether they are the right fit for you, you seem to fall into that emotion day by day... and then suddenly one day after weeks, months or even years reality hits. and then you start forgetting what attracted you to this person in the first place, it all becomes routine but somewhere the souls seem connected. Somewhere what she does and what he feels stay in sync.
Lucky are those who have a connect like that, even luckier are those who could have a connect like that but are able to walk their own path with detachment and joy for each other. Makes me wonder sometimes, is that what we call "soulfully" connected and madly in love? This is such a sheer contradiction to the traditional "falling in love" psyche - isn't it?
It's ok to fall in love and be in love and yet not be together. It's ok to be quiet and have a silence that talks the loudest between two people. It's even ok to exists in our minds and hearts but not in each other's lives for somewhere "whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. "
Would love to know what you think about love, falling in, rising above or falling out?
