It's funny how reflections change
- James Bay, Let It Go.
I've been thinking about how coincidences matter. All the bits add up into this huge story that I can't see right now but they add up. They form this secular wall around us, surrounding us with circumstance and something that feels a lot like hope. Maybe it's real - or maybe it's not and it's just likely that I've been reading too much into everything. Investing too much on this one notion that what will be will be. "Jodoh itu, pasti bertemu, " they say. Our path is written and so it shall be.
With only one life ahead of me, I can't help but to want to be greedy with all the stories. I want to go through everything, yet at the same time, nothing at all. Stories don't automatically come happy endings and I've already had one or two stories that I would like nothing better to not have had. But even the worst stories, they become hard to say goodbye to.
