For some, the search for a ready-made soul mate is a lifelong, usually unfulfilled, journey. When we think of “soul mate,†we tend to envision a person who enters our life, rids it of flaws, perfects us indirectly, gives us everything we need, and sets our future into fantastical motion. Sounds egotistical, doesn’t it? To labor under the delusion that there is one being in the entire universe who will complete us…that until we unite with this one person, we will remain incomplete and miserable. That nothing we do in our lives matters until we meet, mark, and marry our soul mate…Is life not completely saturated with pressure as it is? Now the pressure is on to single-handedly find one person – a nameless, faceless stranger – on this massive planet out of billions upon billions upon billions. Our life, happiness, and success depend on it. Now, that’s pressure. And to think…we get stressed trying to meet deadlines, pay bills, and prevent our kids from “looking†at each other. A global search for a non-existent fairy tale should be a piece of cake…shouldn’t it? Why do we feel that we’re incomplete in the first place? And why does the fear of remaining incomplete scare us into hoping our other half is roaming the world in search of us as well? Will our need to feel grossly over-important ever cease? Will our quest for something bigger and better never end? Maybe the term “soul mate†needs further examining. Perhaps a “mateover.â€