"I cannot help but thinking that the relationships to the ones we love is a matter of random. I know one of them is my boyfriend and the other one my best friend, but sometimes I think that, had I met them in a reverse order, the friend would have been the boyfriend and vice-versa."
What the deer said arose serious thinking in me. And I wanted to disagree, in order to not lose hope that life has a sense after all, and matters come in an order established in advance or determined by our own actions.
But still, somewhere, a little demon kept whispering to me, that she could be right. That we live and feel randomly after all. It's a lesson of humility to know that we are not that powerful and our relationships have at least one element which is out of our reach. Sometimes, when we get lucky, the random element comes into our aid - then we meet people like the little mouse and the monkey, and even, sometimes, a duck we can fall in love with. But then again, some random meetings with some random eagle make us ask "What if...". Then life suddenly doesn't make that much sense anymore, does it?
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expecting things in life to have a meaning is a mistake. it is the things we choose that make out the path. the path only chooses for us when we let it to.
true. but sometimes choice is out of our reach. sometimes the path surprises us by having a little side road - and if we chose to go on it,that side road may become the path.
it's these side roads i was talking about. and while it's a matter of choice whether we go for them or not, it's not within our reach to determine wheter they appear and when they do.
PS. Glad to have you back, dear.
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