Why nothing in life is predictable except fate
Life is unpredictable in every way. One encounter or event is all it takes for us to realise that it has already become a part of our memories.
Some people from your past may reappear in your life, while others may never do so. They will have imprinted their mark on your soul, and that is how things are.
Other links will then emerge, and others will vanish quickly. Then there are those who arrive, depart, return, and depart again. These are the people who fate sends you repeatedly, like a broken record.
The soul contract between the two of you didn't get signed at that point. You are unaware of the significance of this connection, and until you do, the pattern will continue.
With this person, you share an unexplainable, indescribable feeling. Finding a path to success—here and now or elsewhere and tomorrow—will be required.
Life is unpredictable in every way. Gain more experience in letting go. And be aware that no matter what, a memory of someone we believed to be gone or forgotten can rip the heart apart. Add in the fact that the heart has a tendency to wander as well, and encourage yourself that anything is possible.
Nothing is guaranteed, and things can change from day to day. When we later regret not giving a kiss or saying a word, we tell ourselves that we should have had the courage to express our love more forcefully when the relationship was still in the present.
People get lost, cross paths, are found, and eventually meet.
Some relationships simply disintegrate over time without any apparent cause. a broken link. a broken link. a cherished relic from the past.
Love where, in the end, nothing is calculated when you allow your heart and feelings to run wild.
The narratives that come to an end and those that begin like a novel, leaving you thinking that a few more crumbs would have been sufficient to jump into the sequel and perhaps try to go further.
Two fictional characters who once loved one another but later parted ways eventually cross paths in a store. the broken heart, the heart of memories, the heart of the lost, the heart of forgiveness.
Nothing in life is predictable, especially not what we anticipate happening or what we hope will.
Being convinced that we can plan for and control everything in life is a ruse because life is unpredictable.
We must allow the heart to lose itself and forget who it is before we can live for who we are. And in the depths of oneself, in the heart of oneself, the dream becomes a reality.
Everything in life is unpredictable, but only one thing endures: the pieces of our hearts that we scatter here, there, and everywhere else.