taking a moment
to appreciate that everything that has happened in my life has led me to this very moment in time, and that i couldn’t have chosen to cross paths with the people i’ve met if i had tried, because somehow it’s far more spectacular and impressive for my life to coincide with someone else’s life some five, ten, twenty-odd years after my birth, as if it has been a slow and careful tracing of lines — perhaps made in decision by a force greater than i, or more likely by an infinite number of dice rolls by said force, for i can’t imagine why someone or thing would pay such particular attention to predetermine such wonderment, and i’m more partial to the latter since i’m no more or less important than anyone else gracing this earth, and the idea of random makes more sense since that’s what life has proven to be — that led my path to cross with another, or to possibly merge with it for me/us to follow, and along this path will be doors, all of which will be unlocked and waiting to be opened, and none of which will have nothing behind them, leading to even more trails, with doors abound, that will merge and diverge endlessly, leaving life not without an answer to every decision i’ve made and will continue to make until i reach the trail with no more doors left that dead-ends at the cliff with the bench and i’ll watch the sun set.
mad appreciation for the people who care about me, because they could care about any other person, place or thing other than me, and maybe they do, but they needn’t include me, but they do, and for that i am eternally grateful.
