It all seems so arbitrary: you love whom you love. There are always an improbable number of circumstances that lead to whom you favor above others; take one of these elements away, and you would not feel anything for him or her; or worse, that you would end up their enemy. But through the seemingly random process that is the world at large, these are the people that move you. Perhaps the answer to the riddle is akin to what Henry Miller said, “Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.” That destiny is ours to make, even if it was all foreseen in the most ancient of prophecies. That we take what is arbitrary, what is random, and make sense of it by what we do. And perhaps in hindsight, it looks so inevitable, why we love whom we love. That what is meant to be often comes disguised as coincidence.
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10:43pm saturday, 16th june
I have not visited this page in years, I think.. Nice to see you are still writing. So, from you faithful Norwegian reader - keep on keeping on!
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4:12am sunday, 17th june
Hey, I remember you! Thanks for stopping by.
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11:14am sunday, 17th june
Good! You know, I found a lot of comfort in your writings. Guess when one feels their shoulders are soon about to break underneath the weights of ones burdens, having someone with seemingly similar worries brings great relief.
And I will pop in from time to time, just to check up on you.
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