In *Wuthering Heights*, one of my favorite books and films, I understand how Cathy’s life is marked by torment once she decides to leave Heathcliff behind—no matter how hard she tries, she can never seem to reach the soul exaltation she finds when near him.
I’ve come to realize that these heroines of love stories aren’t mere fools. Sometimes, something higher than oneself or the entire world guides the heart. Even as you exhaust yourself trying to steer it in a different direction, a divine force seems to always pull it back toward love. The truest love in this world often feels as if it’s born from nothing and sustained by nothing, but in reality, that love has always existed—hidden within, waiting to burst forth in a million rays, illuminating the world.
THE WONDERMIND 