‘A force assumed to cause events that cannot be foreseen or controlled.’
I haven’t written in the longest time. Call it a lack of inspiration, call it …life. Sometimes, occurrences take place and there’s an M shaped shell that I can retreat to where the world doesn’t matter and I am not obliged to be a part of it.
Then, there are occurrences that open your eyes. A chance exchange takes place. You begin with denial, you think it doesn’t affect you. Then comes the anger, the blame can go either way but of course, this is me and the blame is always on me. I am my worst critic. Love, that’s how perfection is achieved in oneself; or so I tell myself.
Then somehow through the darkness, the doubts and the absolute pitiful remembrance of memories long past their expiration date, you see why. You understand why. You open your eyes and it’s a bright sunny new day. There’s that hope you thought was long forgotten and that glimmer, that small glimmer of possibility. The possibility that you are alive once more. Maybe that chance exchange was exactly what you had waited for, what you had needed and now that it’s taken place, you are free.
You are free to go on and finally take flight. Free from the chains of those memories you once held so dear and gone is the image you once cherished. Nothing but a faded photograph with a coffee stain spilled over …by a chance exchange.
The ties that bind us; finally, you were able to be set free.
‘The unknown and unpredictable element in happenings that seems to have no assignable cause.’
So now you’re free. Free yet bound by your own fears. The fear of that open sky, the fear of the unknown. Yet you know that you owe it to your freedom, the freedom that came after all those long starry full moon nights, to go out and live.
The last thing ever expected would be to go with the intention of enjoying freedom with no ties and nothing or no one to be bound to, and yet a chance exchange. A chance encounter and though you thought it would be a long road to freedom, you smile at the ease at which you have achieved it.
Memory, something you thought was so rigid for you, slips away like sand through your fingertips. The full moon is now just a full moon. Now, it is you. Up in that endless sky of stars and possibility …and you can take flight again.
Hello happiness. How I have missed you. Who knew a few chance encounters could turn you inside out and help you find yourself again.
Chance, what a funny thing. Life, what more surprises do you have in store for me? For the first time in a long time, I am actually looking forward to tomorrow.
Welcome back to the world.
Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark.
– Bryce Courtenay