I can recall where I was when I met that person who changed my life but I can no longer recall who I was before I met them. It seems to me that from the moment of now, I was always to know that person, because without them I wouldn’t be who I am today.
Sometimes these people are just a memory that I carry around with me. I haven’t seen or spoken to the the person in years, decades even, and yet their presence in my life is no less real, no less vivid, no less impactful. Either they left a long time ago, or they’ve been gone from this earth for sometime, or I went away thinking I’d return before too long, only to be irrevocably changed so much so that I never could return to them.
I call up a memory of a friend or a lover and play it out like I was selecting a scene on a DVD. I remember what was said right at that moment, what I was wearing or the smell of baking bread in the air.
There are people who mean so much to me, I couldn’t unravel their existence from the fabric of my life’s time line without creating a kind of gaping black hole that sucks all the light from the surrounding Universes.
There would be a heavy and inescapable nothingness without them that could not be lightened or filled by anyone other than them.
These people have become a part of me. I couldn’t be me without them.
These are the aftereffects of two spheres intersecting in time, our worlds instantly became different upon encountering each other.
Its these same people, at times in life when I’ve lost faith in myself and humanity, that I can call upon or I can call their image and likeness into my mind and through the sheer affection for their existence in my world, begin to feel hope, again.
I have wondered, if there was a guarantee to life would I buy it? If the guarantee told you every step along the way before it happened and of the people who would come in and out of your life and how they would change you, would I want to know? Would I want to know if they stay or if they leave?
Would it make me happier, in the end, if life was guaranteed to work out just the way I planned it? Or does it add some worthwhile sweetness to the experience of living, not knowing how it's all going to go?
You don't know how or when you’re going to meet a person, a friend, or the love of your life, who will irreversibly change your world and how you view your past, present, and future for the rest of time, across all previous memories and boundaries of the mind.
Perhaps this is one of life’s great mysteries that makes life worth living.