When I met my wife in November of 2002, it was like a reversal of fate, a rewound second chance at finding what I was always looking for.
It was an answer for everything I needed: when you are imprinted, as Jacob was in the Twilight series, you realize in that moment that you now know who your true soul mate and love match is. You know who your destiny is for. Who you were written in the book of life, the book of Fate, to be with. The Kindred Spirit, the other half.
Our lives collided then, and in the cycle of the Chinese Zodiac 12 years later in the year of the sign of the Horse meaning Fortune and Personality, we married.
I recall one of those moments where I was thinking about this in a kind of intense yearning-ache-joy. It was in the hours shortly after midnight, with her napping beside me at my apartment as we were taking shifts doing a manic fishing game tournament on Gaiaonline. We had dreamed of having one of those rare fish that one never seemed to encounter, and when I was challenged with catching one with the practice of many hours of the game, the song playing on my radio was Wild Horses by the Sundays.
This song had before and afterwards kind of summed up a feeling.
Music has often been my passion, from the time in early high school when I arranged Scott Joplin songs The Entertainer, Easy Winners, and Maple Leaf Rag into the sounds that I felt most conveyed my yearnings.
Music is a connector to our moment, and by listening to songs now I make new connections for the future.
I am happy with my life, and thankful to God.
Donald R. Anderson. Aspiring writer. Amateur philosopher and amateur writer of Apologetics (i.e., the Catholic reasonings). Faith-driven kindred spirit.