How fickle life is. A series of personal experiences, the self-narration of a story, in which by the time the final word has been written, it leaves behind an old, tattered, yet loved, book. A story full of joy, misery, failures and triumphs.
How strange that as you walk your path in life, the stories of other’s intersects yours. They walk with you, before perhaps disappearing for awhile, only for them to come back. Some collide with such tremendous force that it catches you off guard.
Yet sometimes their paths start to turn away from yours. They start to walk away, step by step. You call out, hoping for them to hear you, wishing they’ll come back. They don’t hear, or maybe they’ve chosen to ignore. A disappointed pang that rings through with each step they take on their own path. Away from your own.
Perhaps it was never meant to be, or perhaps our paths may find each other in this great web, this grand, complex lattice being spun out with the billions of people living on this Earth.
Until then, all I can do is watch you walk away. One step at a time.