Tapistry

As you get older, you realize certain things. You realize that everything around you happens for a reason, and that at no instance should you believe that you have any control over the elements that occur at any given time. It’s the machination of life and only in retrospect do you see and understand why it actually happened.

Love to me, is one of life’s biggest mysteries. You really can’t choose love. It happens when you least expect it to, and if you’re really lucky, it happens in your favour.

More often than not, love just happens; when you’re out shopping or having a breakfast meal with a friend. You catch the eye of someone you’re attracted to, an absolute stranger, and sparks ensue, you say hello and subsequently (if again, you’re lucky) numbers are exchanged and you sit in wonder as the theatre of romance unfolds in front of your very eyes.

Yet, as you stay awake at night (probably thinking about her), you ask yourself, how on earth did it actually happen? Two absolute strangers, meeting by chance; and falling for each other. I mean, how rare is that?

Months later, as you bicker constantly on how you both used to be so kind to one another, you should reflect on how it was at the beginning. On how lucky the both of you were to find one another in this wild tapestry we call life.

Coincidences don't happen all the time.

So as i sit here, wondering if my girl of chance is pondering over the same thing, i ask myself in stark silence...

"What if i hadn't said hello?"

Coincidences or not, life is a game where you'd always end up on the losing side, if

...you decide not to play.