Transcendental Idealism

Do soul-mates exist?  If they do, one must believe in destiny.  If destiny truly exists, there must be a higher power at work in the universe, giving meaning and purpose to space and time. 

Yet according to Kant’s theory of transcendental idealism, space and time are entirely subjective manifestations of our own intuition.  We only see what we perceive and may not know the actuality of what is out there.  If I do not recognize or perceive a soul-mate, he will not exist in my subjective world (although he may exist in the real world).  Kant’s theory has some truth: I only see what I want to in this complicated universe because reality is too vast for me to comprehend.  My impressions of places, people, and events form the basis of my understanding of the world and guide me to take appropriate actions.  Thus, my life is what I interpret it to be.  However, transcendental idealism imprisons us into our own flawed stone-walled minds and intuitions.  What if I consistently fail to sense the right partner due to the limitations of my mind?  Will I choose the wrong man as my “soul-mate”? It appears transcendental idealism and fate cannot coexist in regards to love…or can they?  For those who believe in destiny, making a soul-mate into an exercise of logic may seem ludicrous.  For me, it is a constant question and source of curiosity. 

On one hand, I do believe in destined paths; for example, my idealistic thoughts on true love are:

I came alive when I met you,

My soul found its match in your truth.

Yet, I also believe in my own twisted perception of reality.  When forming connections, I try to befriend those who appear as “bosom friends” (aka a kindred spirits in the words of Lucy Maud Montgomery).  My sense of judgement is not perfect and on occasion I have misinterpreted a mean-spirited or selfish person as a bosom friend. Similarly in relationships, my subjective impression of men has clouded who they really are and yikes how many cloudy days I’ve experienced! So many cloudy days…

Ultimately, my idea of who my soul-mate is may differ from what fate intends, and this conundrum will never be solved in my mind.  All I can do is reflect on the unanswered questions.  Maybe I should stop caring all together, as destiny and perception will continue onwards regardless of how much I try.  Maybe I should

Let the future be unruly.