We chose the people in our lives.
♥ Thursday, July 21, 2016 @ 10:29 PM
We continue to think in circles. Then of course, we continue to walk in circles too.
I remember coming to the same conclusion before.
I decided that if two person were so strongly connected, they create a magnetic force that will continue to pull them together. You see, I don't think that people were so much of being destined to meet, that some people were meant to teach you some things in life and then leave, and that there will be a person for everybody. What I believe is that some people complements you better than others. I believe in commitment. I believe in decisions and consequences. I believe that the person queueing before you in Starbucks did not become somebody in your life, but he could have.
I believe that everybody whom you let go of, could have stayed. But I also believe there is a reason for everything - not in a way where things were fated to be, but in a way where there must be a reason you chose to do what you did, or did not do. There was no right or wrong decisions. There were different options, that would have led to different endings.
Coming back to my point, if you met somebody you could connect deeply, and if the both of you continue to desire each other, there will be a force created around the two of you. Wherever you go and whatever you do, there are invisible strings pulling you back to her. This is why in a world so big, I run into you everywhere I go. We board the same buses coincidently, injured the same fourth toe on our right foot at the same time. Life pulled us together, because we wanted to be together.
When people part, it's as if they've used up their destiny. It make sense, now that the force is lacking fuel, it will eventually die. I imagine our fate as a long straight line stretching, eventually parts and then continues in the opposite direction. The tired hearts created a new force that now pushes away, so far that we exist in a parallel universe. Two lines going in an opposite direction can never meet. I never met you again, not even when we lived just a few blocks away from each other. Not when we share a busstop.
This made me realise that we meet many different people in a day, and we are likely to never see them again; that we never kept anyone in our lives by fate or chance. They are here, and we see some faces again and again, because we held onto them.
