I honestly do not know how to put it.
I’ve always wondered why life brings you to places, and why it leads you to people.
There’s a song that goes,
“Tell me how two people find each other, in a world that’s full of strangers…”
I write in such a time of quiet, only to find too much turbulence instead and although I am very much trying to be reasonable with myself, I cannot help but suffer a deluge of questions that I know I won’t ever find answers to, well, at least for now.
I go back to a same contention, every single time, and I debate with myself all the same —
One part of me wonders why we have to find ourselves in another. In just one other person, that is. And we do so in a terribly grand and stirring fashion of finding a compelling likeness that is troubling, and one that singularly binds.
And it is quite strange, too, how you cannot be saved from mystification, no matter how pragmatic your counter arguments are to yourself.
That other part of me, on the other hand, is inclined to think that it is all just part of the tricky, dark-humored workings of those ill forces of this universe just so they can have a few laughs over the ‘star-crossedness’ of certain things —
Say, you and me.