Serendipity

It used to amaze me when I’d meet new people and discover that we were separated not by six degrees, but usually half as much. Now it’s happened so much so that I’m hardly surprised. It’s a small world after all.

But there are still happy surprises just around the corner. Today, for instance, a friend I haven’t spoken to in quite some time updated her blog and ended up saying just what I needed to hear.

She writes:

The thing is, for some of us, the love of our life may be that one girl who never knew we existed. Or it could be that gorgeous monk who already made a vow for celibacy, yet we have to come and see him every Tuesday (no darling, there's no gorgeous monk in my Tuesday meditation club). It could even be the guy who knew we loved him dearly but decided that he doesn't want to be with us (and whose fault is that? ;). We then moved on.... the brave ones stay single because they dare to say, why live with someone who don't share our passion, love, interests, etc... but some of us moved on and found new relationships because we are so afraid to be and die alone... because the effect and affect of your journey partly depends on your travelmates, you'd better choose them wisely. Know when to let them go: not a minute too soon, not a minute too late.

I wonder if bravery every feels like itself in the moment, or only in retrospect?