In five hours

I have to wake up for one of the most important days of 2010. But not before this:

I just re-watched the Book of Eli. If you haven't seen it, please do. And then let's all please live lives nothing short of it. Please.

But I wanna talk about a specific part. This is a spoiler so if you haven't watched it, stop reading, go watch it and come back. =)

At the very end of the movie, Eli is a shell person. Bleeding bullet wound to the abdomen wrapped in duct tape, probably in some form of shock, he is rowing with all his remaining strength. He has reached the very last stretch of his journey before his life purpose is complete.

Perhaps he has 500ft to row before all is worth it. All the killing, all the maiming, the near death, 30 years of walking solely on faith.

But he can't do it.

And it is at this very moment, his companion takes over. Solara switches places with him and finishes the journey. Helps him get to the other side. Rows the rest of the way. Together, they finish.

See THAT'S what I want.

I want someone without whom I can't finish the race. If I am to be married, that's the only kind of partner I want.

All the other stuff is so damn secondary. Sex...meh lived without it this long. Kids, my mother's dream, not so much mine, could easily be fulfilled by giving care to the ten thousand HIV prone orphans I met when I lived in Kibera.

No, I want that person who will help me fulfill my purpose. Who makes me a WAY better version of myself. That says, "You CAN do it" when I've lost all hope and might.

Anything else is so mediocre, decoration, a facebook relationship status, a cursory text, a date on Valentine's Day.

I see so many couples...wow so many. Apparently I'm a magnet for them. But it's good because within 30 seconds of meeting a couple, I know if they are in it for all the other stuff, or in it to be for one another, not just with one another. Sadly, that number is really small...I can count them on one hand.

I refuse to be just another couple. I'm pretty damn great on my own so why would I dilute myself?

Ah but I know I'm not supposed to do it alone. Not because I can't, but because it's God's will.

I don't really care when or how at this point. Because I know that he'll come right at the time when I say, "Grab an oar Sir, we're going to the other side."