When you find out where your love lies, it is an amazing feeling.
From one moment to the next, it is as if you have stepped through into paradise.
Nevertheless, reality has not changed. Suddenly it has an added slant or rather a veil drops. A dark shadow recedes that while in place hid the splendor of this life.
For the first time, without any doubt of its perfection, something clicks into where it should have been. It feels like Deja vu. Without question, you are in love.
"This is it, there is no more searching. I am home." Trusting the security of bliss, the stress falls away and the universe reveals itself to you. You know.
As a child, I asked my great aunt, "What is love, auntie?"
She answered, "There will be no doubt when you know."
What a confusing answer I thought. How can I know something that I don't know - by recognizing it? How can I recognize something when I do not know what it is? Wouldn't someone have to show it to me first? Would it not be necessary to have been introduced to something you previously did not know, to meet and know it, once you meet for the first time.
In answer to my questions, she just kept repeating the same sentence confusing me more. She could not show me. It was completely up to me to find something of which I was ignorant but would recognize when finally coming across it.
Through the years, after recognizing love many times over and asking, "Is this love? It sure feels wonderful - this must be it." then losing it, I learned what love was not.
Feeling wonderful was a result of love, or so I believed - BUT - after a while - when consistently it would change and become not so wonderful, I despaired. "That! - was not love," I would say.
When I did find my love, it was a total surprise and yet, there was no doubt, my aunt was right, I knew it without doubt.
The surprise was that it was a private revelation involving no one else but me.