Dear Marocharim, What About "The One?"

   This “advice column” thing is very addictive.

   Anyway, some months back, a friend of mine sent me a rather interesting Friendster message that I’d like to pass off as a “Dear Marocharim” entry.  Here goes:

October 13, 2007 

Hi Marck,

Thank you for the comment you left on my blog.. Thank you for sharing with my your piece entitled “Kites.” It was definitely inspired!

I think I see what you mean.. I’m really glad to have read your piece.. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who believes in destiny.. =)

This whole thing now makes me wonder.. Do you believe that there is one person made for each of us? Do you believe in “the One?” I’d love to hear your thoughts on this..

Joanna

Joanna:

   Interesting problem.  There are over six billion people in the world: you can just imagine the ratio of finding “The One.”

   What is “The One?”  I’m tempted to think along the lines of Keanu Reeves or Jet Li, but I assume that “The One” is this one person that is meant for you.  “The One” makes up for all your inadequacies.  “The One” is the cream in your coffee, the tomato sauce in your spaghetti, the ice in your beer, the butter in your bread, the puto of your dinuguan… you get the picture.

   Finding “The One” is easier said than done.  You make your marriage vows, saying you found the one you love, and next thing you know your marriage is on the rocks.  I can’t help but think of this mathematically: there is a one-in-six-billion ratio of finding the perfect guy, even considering that all men have the potential to be drunken assholic wife-beaters in the long run.

   Love, like many things about life itself, is supposed to be less-than-perfect for it to be enjoyed.  You can find butt-ugly couples everywhere that enjoy their lives.  Somehow, life becomes a miserable wreck if you only look forward to the cream in your coffee, the tomato sauce in your spaghetti, the ice in your beer, and the butter in your bread.  There’s something repulsive about dinuguan, but it tastes a heck of a lot better than plain old puto.  Lots of people are happy and content without “The One,” and I guess life is lived much better without having a “The One” to mess it up.

   In the end, what matters most is that you’re perfectly happy and perfectly content with someone who’s imperfect: someone who’s not “The One.”  Who knows, “The One” you’re looking for is just something – or someone – you have ignored for quite a while now.  Or maybe, you yourself are “The One” you’re looking for.  ;)

3 thoughts on “Dear Marocharim, What About "The One?"

  1. emengard!!!
    marx, is this true???! adviser ka na rin. now, i am really impressed. hehehe. i remember bigla cafe by the ruins nights. were we play the gods of the dap-ayan. you’re marlboro boy… hahaha…

    keep it up. thanks for the comment by the way. appreciate it

  2. Great advice. :D

    Ironic how your friend has the same name as my sister… XD My sister doesn’t believe that there’s a “The One” out there for each of us. Haha. On the other hand, I believe in soulmates and stuff. ._.;;

  3. Ewik: Ah, Café by the Ruins, rose garden tea, and the stuff we talked about. We should have some more tea, and (literally) get pissed walking Melvin Jones.

    Justine: I still can’t help thinking of it mathematically. A 1:6,000,000,000 chance is still a chance.

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