When I was in college, I was having a discussion with a girl about “the one.” Was there only one person in this world that you’re meant to be with? We were building a theatrical set for a class, discussing that, among things.
She told me something that stuck: That if there was only one person you’re meant to be with, then you’re very unlikely to find that person.
She said she liked the idea that the universe meant for you to be with somebody, but one person in the entire world was not enough. So, she said, she believed that there were seven ones.
She said she liked the idea that the universe meant for you to be with somebody, but one person in the entire world was not enough. So, she said, she believed that there were seven ones.
Seven people you’re meant to be with. There’s no scientific reason to believe this. There’s no proof. But, I still like the idea.
It makes the concept of the one a little less scary. Seven times less scary, to be precise. Seven chances to get a relationship right.
Like the evil exes from Scott Pilgrim, I guess. I’m friends with most of my exes (so I wouldn’t call them evil).
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