I don’t know how this goes. I don’t know how people connect or why out of the billions of people in this world, our life seems to overlap with certain people.
Like us, for example.
Think about the odds. Think about the math or the probability of meeting someone so special or out of this world. Somehow, out of more than 7 billion people on this planet, I am somehow fortunate to have met, or sat with someone like you, and shared a meal or a piece of time on this great place called Earth.
The world truly is a magical and cosmic place. The odds of meeting the people we have met are infinitely ongoing and elsewise, no matter what has happened, or if our paths align, separate, intersect, or run concurrently; I swear, the odds of this or the probability of us is beyond infinite.
Yet, we fail to realize the relevance or the importance of life. We fail to see the way we intertwine as people.
I know that I write about love. I know that I write about the items of mental health, or perhaps I should say mental illness. I know that I write honestly, especially here, because if there is no place else in this world, then please Dear God!
Let me be honest here. Let me be clear. Let me be transparent and open or honest to a fault because, dare I say it, the odds of meeting someone (like you) is amazing to me.
The probabilities of life or having this chance to clear my soul and fess, or own my truth, is no different from catching the same bolt of lightning in a bottle . . . twice!
I am in full and total agreement with the scripture that says, “No one knows the hour or the day. Not the Angels in Heaven, nor The Son. Only The Father knows.”
And who is The Father?
This is up to us, or open to interpretation. This is a religious scripture, yet there is a special brand of agnosticism with this because while I, myself, choose to believe in God, I believe the truth remains which mainly states that no one knows the hour or the day.
Anything can happen at any time.
Life can be cut short. Our time together can split or change and thus, as I sit here and spill my truths and secrets, hopes and dreams, and as I report this to you, openly for all the world to see; I fully and heartily claim my misunderstanding and the mishandling of my fate and destiny.
The path we are on can change at any given moment.
I know this.
Yesterday’s chaos and rain can become tomorrow’s dream and sunshine.
Think about the bouts or arguments and the terrible fights people have with loved ones. Think about the complaints people have about one another.
Now, think about the absence of your loved one or the person who you assume would be there until the end of time.
Think about the love we felt, regardless of the knockdown, drag out fights.
Think about the sad silence that follows after the absence of body. And, of course, think about the times one might agree to take the worst day back in exchange for the absence they feel because the worst day “with you” is far better than the best day, “without you.”
I don’t know why or how we meet. I don’t know what the odds are of meeting someone like you. I certainly have no idea what the probability is to meet someone like you, separate and be on the other side of the world, only to come back in full circle and meet you again. Maybe there are second chances to catch the same bolt of lighting. I am sure the unlikeliness of this is astronomical by number. And to reconnect again a third time is even more infinite.
Ah, but fate unwinds.
Our good old friend Destiny always has a way to pull off its trick.
There are endless and countless paths that we will take in this lifetime. And there are countless ways that we can overlap or intersect again.
Or so I hope.
Our friends “Fate” and “Destiny” are always working.
No one knows the hour or the day they will meet someone or reconnect (again) with someone who is lifechanging enough to restore peace to the heart or settle the unrest with the ease of soulfulness and tranquility.
Life is like the endless clusters of stars at night.
Perhaps there are billions of stars and there are galaxies, like oceans, which cover us like a blanket when we dream.
But as I search for my NorthStar to guide me, I understand that I may be lost.
But, if I am fortunate and looking upwards, I believe the light of this star will always take me home. My NorthStar will always help me navigate my way to exactly where I am supposed to be —with you, right here, or hopefully under the grace of a full moon.
You know the kind of moon, right?
This is the type of moon that shines a bluish light on the face of someone more beautiful than the stars. This is the person with eyes that leave shadows on the moonlight itself.
This is the twinkle you see in the eyes of a soulmate, and just like that, all the pain subsides, and all the indecencies from our life are gone and left somewhere unobjectionable.
And once more, the world is right as rain, and you and I will never feel lonely again.
Out of curiosity . . .
Ever watch the firelight from a small fire while sitting next to the most beautiful person in your world?
You need to do this before you die….
at least once.
I swear. . .
Try not to believe in never –
Please
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