You see this other life, like a distance spot on the horizon, and you think if you could only change a few things, everything would be fine. Things would be better. This other life… this other path. This other possibility.
This other you.
A happier you.
There’s a thread that runs through your whole life. Through everyone you ever met. Through every day and every laugh and every tear. It gets tangled and it strangles, but it never breaks. And it always leads you back to the person you’re supposed to be with (not who you deserve... thankfully).
Those aren’t heartstrings, my darling; it’s just this single thread stretched between two hearts.
So, you pull it because you want something else. Something more. Something beautiful. And you think things might unravel but they don’t. You hope things will change and you need them to change and you’re terrified they will change… but they don’t.
They can’t.
There’s just this thread heading off into the horizon, bringing you what you’re supposed to get (not what you deserve… thankfully).
And millions and billions of miles away, an enormous ball of fire (enormous beyond our ability to comprehend), because of a reaction happening at the center of atoms (small beyond our ability to comprehend), sends a particle of light away from its burning heart and into the depths of darkness for a journey (long beyond our ability to comprehend) that will end up on our retina… and the thread becomes a web.
Our whole lives played out just to make sure we’re there at that exact spot at that exact time to receive it.
That’s the point, don’t you see?
So you see this other life, like a sunrise, and you think if you could only change a few things, everything would be fine. Things would be better. This other life… this other path. This other possibility.
This other you.
A happier you.
And the thread becomes a web.