I do not believe on the concept of “The One”.
For me, there is No One in its truest sense. It’s a romanticized idea borne out of someone’s need to look for yet another someone because the former has grown leery of looking at his current someone, felt an itsy-bitsy sensation of monogamy taking hold of his neck, which led him to the hasty generalization that “This isn’t right”. You can just imagine why this idea caught on and snowballed.
As humans, we are predisposed to want more. This is evident in our out-of-control spending habits, demand to be paid more when contribution to work is nill, mediocrity on doing something we think is below us and, in a more close-to-heart situation, divorces stemming from multiple indiscretions. This is the crux of believing on The One. We are so desperate and deadset in living a perfect future with someone who is “destined” to be with us for all eternity. Eyes glaze over whenever this topic is discussed. We hinge hope that maybe, just maybe, when we do find him/her/it, everything will be perfect. We will be better lovers, friends, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, pet owners — because of that one person. The One who will make this future, this idealistic and fantastic future, complete.
Newsflash: All relationships need work and you have to specially work on the ones you want to keep. Thus said, anyone who come along in your life can very well be the One. That is, anyone can be the One you are willing to share and honor a relationship with. No magical moment hullabaloo of the world slowing down when you first saw her as an indication that yes, the universe conspired to bring you together. None of that crap. I may sound jaded, but really think about it. If you believe and you are set on being with someone, who cares if another one comes along? You’re set, you’re committed to one person. That’s it. You don’t need another One, a perfect vision of who will be your lifetime partner, in order to commit; you need you — in all certainty — to commit. And if you have someone by your side who’s perfectly capable of making you happy, why would this imaginary, often unrealistic, One matter?
