They always tell us to opt for whole grains as those are healthy for our body. Isn’t that certainly how it should work for the mind too? Nobody ever notifies us that we should ourselves be whole, and that, to some extent messes with the head. In my opinion, this is the catastrophe we inherited from the media and the grown generations who force us to believe that we’re as an individual, incomplete. The movies tell us to die in search of a soulmate, a better half is to die for yourself, for your betterment. But why half? Ever saw a person with a half body or just single one of the two limbs or a single nostril. Because if that so, we really need to find a better half asap. This half existence is filthy. But seriously! Aren’t we full? Aren’t we whole? Why aren’t we ever told to better ourselves as an individual instead of searching for a better half. The idea of such codependency won’t take us far enough. Isn’t it selfish to search someone for your own benifit. What difference that leaves among us and the lichen, both symbiotic relationships. On one hand they told us that love is a selfless act and on the other they mentioned that you need to search for a better half in order to be whole, happy. The past generations hung us in this deep contradictory situation from which we fail to pull ourselves out. It is barbaric. This idea of soul fulfillment and eternal happiness lures us into being with the wrong people for no genuine reason. The situation of havoc turns out to be the result of an elaborate hoax, to my eyes. It surely is a want to be next to someone supportive but is definitely not a need. Afterall, two wholes make a pair, halfs just make one. I believe that the only person can ever make you happy and intact is you, yourself. While searching for a partner one might as well develop a feeling of being complete from within. Although I have no right to speak in favour of not being half as an individual or not searching happiness in someone else. I myself dated gutter goblins for a very long time because I thought that would make me happy. I gave the accountability in some other person’s hand for my happiness, denying the fact that I should be the one making myself happy. And after a long list of failures I finally realized that all the way long I was doing nothing but fooling myself. That day, I embraced the long living fact that I distrusted myself when I searched for joy and peace in other people. That is when I let myself down. Unpopular opinion, Giving the power to rule over your emotions in the hands of someone other than yourself is quite alike calling the apocalypse on your soul.