We've all heard, "you'll meet your mate when you stop looking and accept being single." The chatter heard is hard not to catch and latch onto, mistaking it as our truth. I call bullsh*t on it all. What's right for me may not be right for you. I speak with a best friend and leader in the psychedelic movement about faith in the pursuit of love from an undisclosed location. We explore procreation, age, fertility, genetics, and timing. Listen in. Could it be that we just need to trust life a bit more?