“The Quiet Reason They Came And Left.”

…I often wonder why some people walk into our lives from nowhere, boom, suddenly, unmistakably, standing right in front of us.

You look at them all bewildered.

Hello… do I know you?

 

That strange déjà vu that leaves you quietly disoriented.

And just like that, a deep connection forms.

Why, I wonder.

 

Perhaps for reasons only the universe understands, maybe written long ago, unfolding in its own perfect time, predestined by a higher power. Then again, one fine day, they walk away, no noise, gently, silent footsteps, surprising us in the very same way they entered our lives.

 

Why, I don’t know.

Maybe again predestined.

 

They leave us discombobulated, puzzled, adrift once again. No meeting, no final conversation, no explanation, gone in a swish.

Never meant to stay.

Again, I wonder why.

 

The absence lingers, leaving a haze, a quiet mist that unsettles the heart for a while. Shaking the calm and ruffling the spirit with no answers. You give it your all, only to feel empty-handed, like the silver grainy sand slipping through your fingers.

 

But this much I know, they leave an imprint, etched into the heart forever.

 

And when this happened to me.

It stirred something long at rest, veiled within me, maybe, latent truths kindling, teaching me what I had never dared to question.

Perhaps it was a gentle invitation to turn inward, to meet myself, and to stand before the mirror of my truest self.

For sure, softly facing the understated fears and shadowed spaces of my heart with loving presence, reminding me not be harsh with myself.

 

In the silence, as I searched for answers, I realized it was never really about me or them. It was about the timing, the alignment, and what we were meant to learn in the brief, sacred space we shared.

 

So, thank you, dear soul friend, for finding your way to me and coming into my protected, cozy world as intended by the universe, exactly when you were meant to.

 

The hidden reasons are simple, yet vast.

Lessons were waiting to be called to memory.

 

Recalled.

Evoked.

Summoned.

 

Not taught, but rekindled.

 

Lessons waiting to be brought to light.

Lessons waiting to be rediscovered.

Lessons waiting to be unearthed.

Lessons I will carry forever.

Let people choose their path and you choose yourself.

 

Undoubtedly,

 

A humble yet sober awakening.

 

~with heart,

monika