There is always more to every story. A forward, a middle, and an afterward. Each story has so many angles, positions, and perspectives. So why does it sometimes feel like we are all just doing the same thing over and over expecting different results?
Is life supposed to be dull, mundane, and lonely?
Long ago, I decided to believe in magic. To pay attention to the way patterns show themselves. How feathers fall out of the sky the same time someone you thought of calls you. How I randomly found myself at my grandmother’s grave a year to the day we buried her simply by happenstance. How we really don’t know what to expect in each moment of our life.
I still believe that when I wake up each day, anything can happen. Every opportunity a mystery. A surprise awaiting under every stone unturned.
There is not a moment that isn’t meant to be.
Once on a late night drive, I saw a car in front of me driving well below the speed limit. I saw it had a bumper sticker written in Hebrew. Later, I looked up the translation, which was “and there is”. What does it mean?
Maybe it means nothing, but maybe it means something. It’s all about how we apply our intentions. I choose to think the latter.
So there is meaning to it…and there is…a tomorrow, a new love, a flower, a hope, a laugh, and a life.
with love,
emem
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