Coincidence

I no longer believe in soul mates, or the idea of destiny or everlasting love. Screw all the writers and composers and poets who led me to believe that it exists. I spent my entire life and probably two billion lives more believing in this crapshoot fantasy. Miserable people invented this idea in order for them to feel less dejected and lonely and unhappy. It gives them the illusion that there is something brighter on the other side of their wretched lives. But no, there is no such thing as love.  Do you expect me to believe that love exists when your parents are practically separated, your uncle is slyly cheating on his wife and your two aunts are miserly spinsters?

You cannot describe an earthly significance to a great cosmic event. Coincidence. That is all there is. Nothing more than coincidence. I have finally learned that there is no fate and nothing is meant to be.  I am sure of it now. But I am beginning to believe that a very few times in our lives, if you are lucky, you might meet someone who is exactly right for you. Take for example, my grandparents. They are both is their senescence but they are still crazy about each other. They are both stitched together with all their flaws and good intentions and they all meld perfectly well. What I mean is, you might meet someone and realize that a cosmic event has happened to you, not because he’s cute or smart, or you like the same things. It’s not because he is perfect, or because you were. But because your combined flaws are perfectly arranged in a way that allowed two separate things to perfectly hinge together. And being hinged together just feels right and cozy and you wouldn’t want to be somewhere else other than in this wonderful moment. That is coincidence. That is all there is.