taken for granted
sometimes i wonder how many strangers we pass, multiple times, and not even know it. that girl on the train you see today could turn out to be a good friend one day, or that guy who walked pass you this morning could be your lover in fve years and at that point you can not even know it.
D and I were out yesterday, exploring with our cameras. like most days this month it rained. like most days, we were stubborn and only pulled out our umbrella after walking in the rain for a good fifteen minutes. we were laughing and as we walked toward the main road, lo and behold, someone i used to know walked by. it didn't occur to me at first, until we held a moment of eye contact and as he walked past (like a stranger), i recognised him.
A is (was might be more accurate. we are no longer friends, although facebook might tell you otherwise) like no one else i have ever met, maybe because he wasn't originally from around here. we met by chance, then romanced me with rhyming poems and the beginning of a short story. it never felt right though, and so we parted.
if i hadn't met him previously, would i have known that we've passed each other previously? he's not in my social circle (almost ten years older), of a different nationality, ethnicity, completely different industry and interest.. it's weird that once upon a time we shared meals together. it seems like another lifetime, it felt like he was a stranger. i suppose we are still strangers.
chance is a funny thing.. these links that exist that we aren't even aware of.
inevitable, i suppose. there are five million of us crammed on this tiny island. we're bound to pass a couple of them more than once.
D and I were out yesterday, exploring with our cameras. like most days this month it rained. like most days, we were stubborn and only pulled out our umbrella after walking in the rain for a good fifteen minutes. we were laughing and as we walked toward the main road, lo and behold, someone i used to know walked by. it didn't occur to me at first, until we held a moment of eye contact and as he walked past (like a stranger), i recognised him.
A is (was might be more accurate. we are no longer friends, although facebook might tell you otherwise) like no one else i have ever met, maybe because he wasn't originally from around here. we met by chance, then romanced me with rhyming poems and the beginning of a short story. it never felt right though, and so we parted.
if i hadn't met him previously, would i have known that we've passed each other previously? he's not in my social circle (almost ten years older), of a different nationality, ethnicity, completely different industry and interest.. it's weird that once upon a time we shared meals together. it seems like another lifetime, it felt like he was a stranger. i suppose we are still strangers.
chance is a funny thing.. these links that exist that we aren't even aware of.
inevitable, i suppose. there are five million of us crammed on this tiny island. we're bound to pass a couple of them more than once.