Some people enter our lives, and something shifts. It is not in the words they say, not in the logic of circumstances, but in the undeniable pull, the unspoken knowing, the sense that something greater is at play. It is as if the universe has orchestrated an encounter long before we arrived at it, as if time itself has bent to bring two souls into the same moment. And we feel it—not as a thought, not as an idea, but as a force. A recognition. A remembering.

But what is a soul? The question lingers at the edge of philosophy, religion, and science, refusing to be confined to a single definition. Some believe the soul is the eternal self, a consciousness that existed before this life and will exist beyond it. Others see it as nothing more than a poetic idea, a metaphor for identity and experience. The Buddhists teach that the self is an illusion, that what we call a soul is merely an ever-changing stream of consciousness. Neuroscience suggests that our deepest sense of self may be nothing more than electrical impulses in the brain, creating an illusion of continuity where none truly exists. And yet, despite these contradictions, the experience of deep, undeniable connection is something humanity has never been able to dismiss.

There are people who step into our lives and feel instantly familiar. The way they see us, the way they understand us beyond words, the way they awaken something within us that had been waiting, longing, searching. We call them soulmates, twin flames, kindred spirits—but words are too small to contain the enormity of what it means to meet someone who feels like home in a world of strangers. The ancient Greeks spoke of soulmates as two halves searching for one another, an echo of a unity that was once whole. Kabbalistic wisdom teaches that some souls are split before entering the world, destined to walk separate paths until the time comes to reunite. Jungian psychology suggests that these profound connections are the result of the unconscious mind recognizing aspects of itself in another, a reflection of the parts of us that long to be integrated and understood.

But love—true love—is not just a force that pulls us toward another. It is something far greater. We mistake love for possession, for certainty, for security. But real love does not bind; it frees. It does not demand; it inspires. It does not complete you; it reminds you that you were never incomplete to begin with. Some believe that the purpose of soul connections is not simply to love, but to awaken, to transform. That the greatest relationships are not the ones that make us comfortable, but the ones that break us open, forcing us to become more than we ever thought we could be.

And yet, not all soul connections are meant to stay. Some burn bright and fade, not because they were not real, but because their purpose was fulfilled. We mourn these losses, thinking love should last forever, but eternity is not measured in time—it is measured in impact. The greatest pain in love is not in losing someone, but in believing that just because they left, the connection was not real. But souls meet for reasons beyond what we can understand. Some are here to teach us, to challenge us, to help us grow. Some arrive to hold up a mirror, to show us the parts of ourselves we have yet to heal. And some remain, not as a fleeting lesson, but as an undeniable truth, walking beside us in this life and the next.

But what of the soul that has yet to find its counterpart? Some believe that love is destiny, that what is meant for you will find its way, no matter how long it takes. Others argue that love is not about waiting—it is about becoming. That the love you seek is seeking you, but it will not arrive through force, through desperation, through longing alone. Love is not something you chase. It is something you grow into, something you prepare yourself to receive. When you have done the work, when you have peeled away the layers of fear, when you have stepped fully into who you are meant to be, only then do you vibrate at the frequency of the love that was meant for you all along.

So if you have met that rare soul who shifts something deep within you, honour it. If you have lost them, trust that the bond remains beyond what is seen. And if you are still searching, know this—the universe is never late, and what is truly yours will never pass you by.

Because love is not about possession. It is about recognition. And the souls that are meant to find each other always, always do. 🤍✨