orphic

Today I rediscovered one of my first loves. The joy of writing. Of actually writing with pen and paper. Felt great to just sit down and write - the pen moving at a steady pace as blue lines of letters filled up the blank pages and thoughts flowed out of my mind and onto the paper.

Here is the result.


Everything has lead me to you. All the moments in my life - happy, sad, purposeful and random. All the choices that I made and the ones that were thrust upon me. All the people I met and the ones that I missed. All my friends and all my acquaintances. Everything that mattered and everything that didn't. Like the time I forgot my keys and went back up the elevator to my place and met T for the first time.

All the conversations that I overheard and the calls that got dropped. The movies and stories. The songs that I love and even the bad ones that I couldn't help but hum 'cause they got stuck in my head.

All the books that I read and all the places that I lived. All the jobs that I took and the ones that I passed on. The dates that I went on and the ones that I wiggled out of. The classes that I took. Plans big and small. Like traveling to Moldavia some day. Like deciding to wake up at sunrise one day and walking to the river to take pictures of the scene that I paid little attention to as I drove by everyday.

Like buying those sneakers.

All the roads that I walked on and all the causes I supported. All the mistakes I made and all the silliness. All the travel, all the miles. All the cafes and evening jogs. All the smiles and the arguments. The oceans and the maps. The meetings. The decisions and analysis. The trains. And planes and cars and buses. All the seasons and birthdays. All the goals. The quiet and the laughter. The confusion and anxiety and the heartbreak. All of it.

In some strange fashion, I was bouncing off of all these thoughts and all these events like some particle that we discussed in an Atomic Physics class that I took, on a lark, many years ago. Moving randomly so I could get here at this point of time. So I could bump into you. So you could change my life - affect it and change its course in a way that I cannot imagine.

Or maybe you won't. Maybe you'll be another random stranger who locks eyes with me for a second on the sidewalk and moves on. Maybe that moment is all that will be. Just the next link in the chain.

I look forward to meeting you.

Finis

Feel free to comment on this post- except if you want to just hawk some random website or sell viagra. That's just rude.

And so to bed.