In the vast labyrinth of life, paths diverge and converge, echoing with the silent truth that you always meet people twice. The first meeting is a brush of wings, a fleeting spark in the endless night. Eyes connect, voices mingle, but the moment passes, carried away by the relentless march of time.
Yet, the universe, in its infinite wisdom, weaves an intricate tapestry where threads cross once more. In a crowded café, on a bustling street, or in the quiet stillness of a forgotten place, familiar faces reappear. It is as if the world, with its countless twists and turns, conspires to bring us back to the beginning, to a second chance, a new understanding.
The second meeting is laden with the weight of the past, tinged with memories both sweet and bitter. Words left unsaid in the first encounter now hover in the air, waiting to be spoken. The silence between two souls is a bridge built on shared history, a connection deeper than the surface glance.
In these moments of rediscovery, we see each other anew. The person standing before us is both a stranger and a friend, a reflection of the journey taken and the journey yet to come. And in this cyclical dance of life, we find that every goodbye holds the promise of another hello, every ending a potential beginning.
For in the grand design of existence, no meeting is ever truly final. You always meet people twice, and in that second meeting, the universe whispers its secret: that every connection, no matter how brief, is a thread in the infinite weave of our shared human experience.
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Şiira collection of poems and writings lying around in my notes app; a part of me, a pinch of my soul and here are my naked thoughts for you. hope you'll like my thoughts. have a good time in my mind!
