In certain defeat, I still cling to the belief that all the chance meetings ,in between long interval of years that happen between you and another person, are not merely a series of meaningless coincidences...
When you left for fate to take its course in bringing you and that same person both in the same place at such unexpected time...

Such tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan of fate...Whether or not or even if it will not end the way it should be, or should have been...

Must be a sign of something not really romantic, but of significant relevance to my life and my passion and my dreams I took for granted.

It left me speechless, immobile... Asking why this chapter of my life coincides in harmony with the universe...

It's happening to me.

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Because I didn't quite know & expect when to bump into my friend Ronald again, I left everything to fate and returned to my normal routine. For one, because I am busy, he has the world in his hands. It's a hit and miss thing to be able to bump into each other soon.
After all, it always have taken us like 4 or 5 yrs just to cross paths with each other and just to let the records show, those are very, very unplanned circumstances. Like the very elusive rain out in the Sahara desert...Or the sun that almost never shines in England...

One Monday morning, 14th of June, coming from my Sunday day off, I had this itch to have coffee at Seattles in Greenbelt and called my friend Hazel to meet me there. I never woke up early just to go to Greenbelt. But that morning, it came as a duty I had to fulfill for myself..So there we met.

Hazel updating me with her endless pursuit to be a bonafide greenthumb and how lonely her life has become for the last 8 months...While I tell her about the reawakening of my dream to be a certified writer in my own right soon, all because of the inspiration Ronald left me with the last time that we talked..And how I contemplate in exploring that dream because now I lost contact with him again... It has ceased motivating me further just when I was in the brink of finally succumbing to that deprived passion... Hazel asked me when was the last time I saw him, I said almost 2 weeks ago and after that, no more.

I was describing to Hazel how he looked like, when from my seat outside Seattle's Best, I saw a distant figure standing outside Starbucks. At 1030 in the morning, 1930 Pacific Standard time. It was a very familiar figure of a man I last saw 2 weeks ago, wearing I Love NY tshirt with the long dread locks. My jaw dropped. And how funny I looked when I ran my way to the rest room when I saw him lifting his butt from his steel chair at Starbucks to go walking to where Hazel and I sat.

I mean, hey... Was it a senseless coincidence? As I wrote up there, it must be a sign of something not really romantic because I know it can't be. But I have always believed there's a message that I need to figure out. Or what lies beneath those circumstances...
Is he instrumental in making my dream happen? Is he the missing soul that still makes my soul incomplete? I believe a soulmate does not actually mean a partner. It could always be your daughter, your father, your friend, or a complete stranger whose face you couldn't even draft no matter how hard you think of how he might look...

Ronald has always been the center and force that continues to attract people with creativity in their blood, for his is a mind that thinks differently. I think he lives his art or basically practices what he preaches..When you get the chance to move around his orbit, it will be quite a struggle to expel yourself from it. I don't know why. Until now. He's like Tyler Durden in Fight Club. Oh, yeah!..That reverberating voice in your head that tells you you are not your job, you are not what you have in the bank. I guess he must have seen it. :) That character represents him. Free, uninhibited, a force that opens up your soul.

I remember him telling me that my job kills my passion. That made me halt my drive to go to work every night now. I spend my days reading books, watching art films, writing journals like right now. Things I didn't get to do for a long, long time because I had to work at night in a call center...And I'm beginning to feel FREE...My hand couldn't stop moving...I have again started appreciating the beauty of my rough handmade papers...I couldn't help praying for my shift to end at 800 am so I could finally open my blog and tinker on my keyboard..The sight of my pen with silver ink sliding smoothly on the black paper drives my heart orgasmic...

So this must be that underlying truth. The sign I have to recognize shown
by the tapestry of events unfolding right before my very eyes.
And I thank him... So much.

I hope he doesn't poke a gun in my mouth just like Tyler.

I'll see if fate will take its course again for the 4th time in 14 years...

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