I often wonder over the existence of signs. This superstitious quality of mind led me to extremes. I try to read the meaning of every single thing and occurence.
Life is filled with happenings
and small coincidences, that always carry a certain dose of symbolism. I
think life gains just another beautiful layer if we believe that
wisdom and experience will never be literally dictated, rather, quietly
whispered with a language that spreads smoothly over the surface of our
life. It's a choice to take notice of them, to interpret them, as long
as they do not affect our sanity, they are one of the greatest aspects
of the ordinary.
The incentives might be many
and this is an individual sensitivity that allows to realise the
signs have been adressed to you. Sometimes we meet people who'll never
play a substantial role in our life, yet they say things that resound
within us profoundly. Sometimes we go to places that seem awkwardly
familiar as if painted in our heads long before. Sometimes we just stumble
in the street to remind ourselves we ought to be careful about living.
These
are the empowering signs, that prove our supremacy over fate. Some things are destined, but so many depend on us. What we
want to see, we're capable of seeing. What we want to do, we can put in action. The question is always - how much are we willing to admit?
To admit is always a gesture of courage. Signs exist and as we learn to
perceive them as wisdom, we escape naivety. We truly live as we take
steps towards the better versions of our humble selves.
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