Maybe the Buddha was right: pain and suffering are the only true constants in life.
Romantic love has its place but to define relationship solely in romantic terms is like describing marriage only by what a couple does on their honeymoon.
Women want a lot of sex with the man they love; men want to have a lot of sex with a lot of different women.
Could the entire notion of finding one’s soul mate be a simple case of looking for ourselves in another body? Is the “soul mate” really just the best approximation of ourselves that we can find?
