To the Girl I May Never Meet Again
Reflections on a Moment
Today I went for a walk, and ended up at one little place, more hidden away. There were some people walking around and I just enjoyed some music. When then I saw you (Taylor) walking there. I honestly feel like a fool for not saying more than Robin, and that my friends call me Sylwen. I would hope to meet her again. Something about her stood out to me. Maybe it was her nose, with that small cut, or her hair, and her cute teeth. Same with how she held herself. Admiring the architecture.
It is rare for someone to make such a strong impression on me. Just by meeting them. Alas I only know her name. Though I kinda searched through the street. I thought that maybe the liquor, her friend meant was Zeeuwse Schipperbitter. Though I suppose we will never know. Even if this was just that short encounter, it was an honour to meet her. It is something so many people take for granted. They meet people, and not truly see them for who they are. Perceptions about them. But not appreciate the moment with them, to be purely in that moment. To see clearly without projections, and be with the essence of who someone is.
If anything, I do want to say that even if you meet a stranger, of someone you do not know, or know yet. Well, even those moments are special in their own way. Two souls meeting in a moment that might feel random. Maybe it is. Yet the beauty of life can be found in its spontaneous moments. As it is not in the structure that life happens, but in the cracks between. It is the water that pours from the vessel of life, through the spaces in between what we see as structured and solid. It is in such moments that life could change. At least in potential. In that moment, there was a potential for many things, yet how the moment was, it was. Which are the ones to be cherished. As any connection no matter how solid, is fleeting. Yet within those fleeting moments is where the beauty of life occurs.
Life flies by moment to moment, with time ticking by, From cradle to grave, life hurries, yet to say goodbye. Humans run from past to future, then life is a race, The few who see, take their time, and have grace. May it be loved one, stranger or friend, beware, For life ticks by, and one might wonder, where. Was it lost in worry, in longing, or even strife? Or cherished in kindness, in love, and in life? The clock moves forward, never to wait, Each fleeting second seals our fate. So pause, embrace the world anew, For time is short, but the now is true.