Gut Feeling

An encounter in an infinite universe…
A comfort as if you’ve known each other for years, so natural, so relax…Yet secretly a quiet distance remains. It’s hard to call it a gain or a loss. Neither good nor bad. Perhaps this is exactly what we mean by being.

One can feel close without knowing. Maybe not at first glance, but at the first spark, as if saying, we’re the same. You don’t know their past, their present, not even their name, yet you’ve already met their absence. Two travelers of the same universe. Paths that cross, perhaps to encounter, perhaps never.

Like warmth behind glass. If you reach out, it fogs up; if you take one more step, the distance widens. While sipping a drink, the smile comes to mind, the one that affected you. You think, what if we could have stood side by side? You feel sad as if someone familiar were leaving, though they never truly arrived.

As a voice inside cries out, it could have been different, you wonder, could it really have been? Sharing the whole craziness, ups and downs, doubts and worries?

The same words, just a little more courage; the same look, held a bit longer. The same place, another time. Would the door open again, who knows. Does ringing the bell of a closed door create a new chance?

Some possibilities exist to be lived. Others are merely measures delivered by coincidence.

Forming a bond is not easy at all. Sometimes bridges are built instantly; sometimes bridges that never existed are destroyed. Even if you believe time will strengthen it, sometimes the bridge was never there to begin with, it never reached the other side of the water.

Support is not rescue, nor pity. It is, in essence, returning to yourself, reconnecting with who you are. How many bodies does it take to return to the essence? Or is what’s needed simply harmony?

Humans do not explore the water. They do not discover it, water simply exists. The harmony of two elements unaware of each other is the foundation of life.

Two worlds, unaware of one another. No promise, no plan, simply standing nearby and living what comes. A few sentences, brief contact. A glance. Bridges destroyed and burned, truths never built. And one feeling that cannot be described. The hope of a faithless soul, walls that cannot be torn down.

When you think of the world Hercules opened, and the brave sailors who followed the legend: humans, like those who crossed mountains and seas to reach new continents, trust the voice within. Despite stormy seas and winds that say stop, they believe they can connect. In hindsight, thanks to those brave sailors, today the whole world is connected.

Growing distances, the realities of life, a complicated mind. Barriers drawn like dams; fear and unfamiliarity. Yet still, you know: it could have been different.

Some coincidences leave a trace in the universe.
Timeless, yet meaningful.
Real, and full of hope.