You were surprised when I told you that we were both ecstatic based on the tweets we tweeted the same day last year. And I find that a little amazing that despite such anonymity from each other, we were both able to feel the same thing at the same time.
"You were reading my tweets eh?"
"No. Just this date last year." I defended. I was curious. If there were signs in the past that would indicate the possibility of our encounter in the future given the difference of the paths we were currently taking. Whether we were destined to know each other or maybe there were some reason behind such occurence.
"And what have you learned?", you asked.
"Nothing." I replied.
Which I find normal and surprisingly disappointing at the same time. But I immediately realized that I can't just easily decipher what fate/life throws on me. I maybe able to understand some, but not all of it. And ours, crossing paths, is still a mystery to me.
And that gives me a little relief. That I do not have answers to everything yet. For once I do, maybe I am about to die soon. It would be better for me to keep asking "why?" than saying "that's why!". For those "why-s" give me reasons to live another day than be contented and accept death with the comprehension and greater wisdom to life's daily significant events.
And you were once again baffled by my autism or unusual way of thinking and absurdity noticable with the signs of disinterest palpable in your words.
"Never mind me," I said. "I wasn't used to talk with my mind aloud."
"..besides, I thought you never even wanted to hear me out."
Labels: heart, life, relationship, self