I met "Life" yesterday on a steep, hilly roadside cut out and carved so impeccably as if for a purpose and I soon learned why. I found Life in a face that lit up occasionally in the swiftly passing headlights but constantly in my eyesight.
This Life, it wants you to believe that it can be found easily on a random evening while looking at boats and stars in the warm air that drifted the heavy, sketched clouds but you cannot. You may only find it if you are inattentive towards all the props laid out and look at it efficiently hiding in a small, cold hand wrapped in a bigger, warm one. Life orchestrates this vastness of all things routine and easily perceived beautiful but can only be found if you search for clues like smiles, like the unoriginal versions of great songs timed perfectly, like bodies bending just as much needed to trap no air at all but a lot of love and like kisses that felt like conversations with too many ellipses because there seemed no right time to end them.
Life told me that you keep questioning my timing, you keep cursing me that I came alive too late... But think, just think, could all this marveling mystery have been created in a day? Life argued that had it arrived any sooner, would it have been so exquisitely written? It continued saying, 'Do you know it took years to mold you into these souls that would instantly stick like magnets, it took forever to find the right time, right position for all the decorations- the stars, the boats and the clouds, to have the stage precisely ready for love to come into play? Life said that it had been preparing all along, all these years, just to get these few hours exactly right, to choreograph each movement, to compose the sound of each breath, to build the sync of each slither of hands so that as one circles the neck, the other circles the waist just at the same time.
Defeated, I blushed and apologized...I let Life win and accepted it word by word, second by second for no matter how long it took, when I finally experienced it, I knew it was every bit worth waiting for...
Life is far wiser than I have ever been. There were more hints that it had for me. It conveyed to me every time these set of lips touched my skin that I have to remember this, I have to memorize every sensation caused in that moment because whenever it happens again, whenever my hair is swept off my face with these strong but carefully tender fingers, I would be met with Life once again.
It is not easy to miss these things because Life has been left on me, delicately placed all over- at the back of my hand, on my eyes, my forehead, my hair, my shoulder, neck and lips... Almost as if it's planted and it seeps in, reaching my heart, finally making it beat and bringing it to life.
The world is still trapped in the labyrinth of Life while I have so conveniently and fortunately discovered all its secrets.
I am still unsure if I have found Life or if it decided to happen to me but what I know is, now that it has, I can always have an encounter with it because I am well aware of the fact that it likes to go by the name of Love...
I just might have to stand on my toes to say hello.
