Threads

How is it that we find friends? Why is it that there is a certain unexplicable connection between some individuals while others either leave you feeling drained and exhausted or with a numbness you cannot seem to shake? What is it that gives us this immediate buzz, the tingles, the joys, the exchanged smiles and an immediate comfort with perhaps a complete stranger? I guess I always ask questions even if there is no concrete answer. The questions are always there, always in the back of my mind, yet, with no proof in sight, I let things be as they may. I let myself to be consumed with these connections and appreciate each and every one of them, welcome each and every person that crosses my path and smile that somehow we have come to meet at these junctions of our lives.

I once read somewhere, perhaps it was Chinese fable, or some urban myth from another country…who knows really. But what matters is how much I appreciate this beautiful tale and how I it relates so much to what I see and question now. This tale states that we are all born with fine threads of silk connecting us to our soul mates – lovers or friends – and as we age these tie become woven into thicker strands moving us closer and closer together until we finely meet. The silk rope pulls us together and bounds us together for our lives.

I have been blessed, truly, to have been bound to some great individuals that I now call friends. But the beauty of it all is that I am still finding myself being pulled closer and closer to people that stretch the country, that stretch this planet. These individuals that I never knew existed have suddenly appeared like unexpected rainbows after a summer shower.

Although I cannot help myself to wonder, is it these threads that have stretched out suddenly become stronger and now reaching a point where the individuals are approaching closer and closer? The bond that is developing grows stronger with each new strand that is added? I don’t know the answer, but I do know that I am surrounded by wonderful beings who seem to be connected; whether we are joined with thick silk rope or delicate threads, we share something unique with each other .