There is something about discovering a soul mate, a friend--a friend that is a lot closer than just someone you occasionally hang out with and share school deadline stress with.

When I say soul mate, I don't particularly mean a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other/spouse/someone of the opposite sex/or someone you are sexually attracted to.



I think it's so much simpler to have soul mates that are friends. Friends who understand the curves, nooks of your soul and realize how deep your soul can be and the capacity of growth that is yet uncapped. The happy moments can always be enhanced by being around them, the sadness seems to find it's bottom and slowly diminish. Problems seem solvable, at least not as big as we make them out to be in our imaginations. We are further pushed out of our own cultural settings, our own experiences are no longer our only guidance to this world and there is someone to challenge us without whipping at our back. There is an ear to listen to us, a shoulder to lean on when we cry. A soul that truly accepts and embraces us with our problems, difficulties and flaws. The person who sees us in our essence with brilliant lights and increase the magnitude of our advantages and positive points.

Since that night in April, I've found a new soul mate that has forever changed my time in Madison and my life hereafter. So here's to you, Soul Mate.