"when two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people" ~ John Steinbeck
It has been over 10 years since my life got caught in a whirlpool, swept into unchartered territory, with no alternative but to voluntarily immerse myself in the experience and brace myself for all that was to crash before me. Like anything struck by an inexplicable energy, my life never returned to the placid waters I had once known. I did not miss or long for the return of my whirlpool, but had always wondered why and where it had disappeared to. Whom did it strike in its path after me? What fury had evolved or had my whirlpool indeed, settled into a body of placid water itself?
By the laws that mysteriously regulate and turn this universe, I was presented with the re-acquainting of my whirlpool. We rode the tides of our past together and of waters that we had both separately tread. The re-union had filled the gaps and cracks that I thought would laze forever in my heart. Since then, we assured the friendship drought would never reign again. It was a strange occurrence that despite time passed, we still unnervingly knew each other like it were yesterday.
Upon my decision to leave London, I had decided to travel around Asia. First stop, was to visit my whirlpool indefinitely, until my exact plans were sketched. A sequence of timely events had cut my journey short and saw my return home much sooner than first intended. Looking back, this was fate smiling on me, steering me away from a much greater disaster in the waiting. Here, in the middle of my visit, it became endearingly apparent, what I was blind to or disallowed myself to accept, of the precise reasons why we parted, in the moments that we did.
I believe that certain people come in, and out, of our lives at specific moments in our lives for a reason. To teach us what no one else could teach, to open our eyes to what we need to see, to make us feel what the heart had yet to discover, and then, leave, to allow us to grow.
No animosity lies towards his name, but just a deep gratitude to life, to fate and to him, for whom he had allowed me to become. I have always known why he had struck, and to be honest, I cannot imagine who I would be today, if he had never spun into my world. It’s scary yet amazing to think that someone can leave such an imprint on ones being, and at the end of my days, if I were to leave just one clumsy imprint in this world, I will be beaming a life of success.
