We’re All Just Gypsy Souls
By: Laura Gulbranson
Tags: Inspiration, Self-awareness, Love, Life Lessons, Relationships

I once wrote a story about a gypsy. It was a story about five random strangers who cross paths at a tavern. While at the tavern on a slow night, they eavesdrop on a young man who tells a story about a gypsy who stole his heart — a gypsy cursed to wander the streets of Europe in search for her True Love.

The five are all intrigued — so much so that they are compelled to help the young man find his gypsy. On the journey, though, they find that the true quest is not what it seems. They run into peril as they partake in a wild goose chase across Europe to search for the gypsy. They only get far enough to see a glimpse of her hair and her scarf — the color of sunrise. This story was based on a dream.

I shared parts of this story with a man I once met at a coffee shop. A man who coincidentally had the same name as my protagonist.

I was carried away, believing that there was a reason why I crossed paths with this man with the same name as my protagonist. I thought it was meant to be in the same way as it was meant to be for the five characters in my story to have crossed paths.

Although pure coincidence, it still felt magical.

It’s magical because even though I’ll never see this person again, the story still lives on.

It’s funny to think:

How easily we fall in love with strangers whether built on fantasy or truth. Sometimes that’s what’s missing in life.

The magic of not caring if it’s built on fantasy or truth and just accepting that magic is magic.

Just like anything with magic, sometimes we just have to accept:

Some things stay and some things disappear forever.

I write this not because I am recovering from an old flame, but sometimes it can feel that way.

The feeling that needs no name because it can’t really be defined and no amount of words or explanation do the “feeling” justice.

I feel it when I smell the sweetest of flowers.

I feel it when the birds sing at dawn.

I feel it when babies smile at me and look at me wide-eyed with their baby cuteness.

I also feel it every time I meet a stranger who has touched my heart and soul even if for a moment.

It’s the “feeling” that has been both a blessing and curse in my life. It’s a blessing because it’s what has filled all of my journals since I was a child. But after time has past and you have written enough love stories to fill dozens of journals, you begin to realize the curse: to believe that every living, breathing human being believes in the same type of love, too.

Sometimes you believe in the idea of love so much that you project that on to people. You try to rub some of that magic from your dreams into your waking ones.

But not everyone believes in the stuff of stardust.

Not everyone believes in the type of love only dreamt of in fairytales.

And that’s okay.

Not everyone has to have the same dream as you.

Not everyone’s fire will burn for you, when really, we are meant to be the ones to light our own fires instead.

You don’t need to be someone’s fire or light. You don’t need to light someone’s fire with desire not try to rekindle it.

You need to find the fire for yourself on your own. When it begins to dim, you must continue the inner voyage again to find the ways to make it burn brighter.

In this light, we are all like gypsies.

We are searching for a type of love that we can only ignite. No one else.

We travel far and wide, our hearts restless for freedom in love. We are the gypsies to our souls.

The search is fearlessly unending as we carve out a fiery, love story that will truly last a lifetime and forever.

I sometimes think of that guy I met once upon a time at a coffee shop. I wonder if he read my story or threw it out as the rantings of a fool.

It’s okay either way.

I still wish him love and the stuff of stardust.

Sometimes the stories that are written on your heart are only meant for you and you alone. Even when we try to deny it, the love inside you is sufficient and all the love you really need in this world. No person will ever love you more.

Because in this world, the love you experience is just a pale comparison to the love that you’ll experience in the own inner world that you create. The type of love that will, at times, feel out of this world.

Yes… this is the rantings of a romantic. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’ll always be hopeful and believe in real magic that exists in all of us. The magic of true love that is within us.

I’m casting myself out of the world not to erase memories or non-existent old flames.

I’m casting myself out of this world into a new one.

I am turning a fresh page and writing a new story — a story that’s truly written in my heart but I haven’t exposed because I’ve been afraid to share it.

I’m writing a new story to share the darkness that’s always lingered in hopes that the deeper I go, the easier the light will penetrate through this darkness.

This story is not just for me, though. This story is for anybody who can relate to being a gypsy in life — of being an outcast in the world.

Maybe we can all learn some truth about the darkness we keep inside.

Maybe we’ll find love.

Let’s continue the journey. Let’s find out.