I like to think of life as a journey where each of us holds a unique line. Our lines aren’t always straight – some might be, with pauses along the way – but eventually, each one reaches a special point, a checkpoint, where we meet someone who leaves a lasting impact on our lives.
In the chaos of tangled paths and life’s unpredictable turns, you find yourself crossing paths with someone whose journey has been just as winding as yours. Maybe you first crossed paths in childhood, when you were too young to see the significance, yet the connection was already forming. Or perhaps your lines didn’t quite meet, just brushed past each other like strangers in a hallway, unnoticed yet destined to connect. The line pauses there, for years, maybe even decades, as if fate meant for them to be in your life.
Life happens – we grow up, and the lines start moving again, often in different directions, leaving that checkpoint behind. Goodbyes are never easy, but they’re part of the journey. Sometimes, all you can do is accept what’s been written for you, move forward like boarding a plane to the next destination, leaving behind memories that blend sweetness with sorrow – much like the farewells whispered in airport terminals.
But life has its own mysterious ways. After weathering the storms of change, your line might pause again at the most unexpected point. And there, you see them – the same person, now more mature, perhaps a bit taller, but still with that gentle gaze and a smile that wraps you in peace. It’s a comforting familiarity, as if you’ve found the place you were always meant to be. And maybe, just maybe, if you look closely, you’ll realize that we often meet people twice.
And now, you’ve met yours.
