Your task is not to seek love, but to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it – Rumi
Sometimes people walk into your life and life changes not by a degree or two or five but by many degrees setting life upon a trajectory unimagined, undreamed of in the instant before the fated intersection.
Sometimes people walk into your life and the reds become more vibrant, the blues deepen, colors never before seen dance before eyes as jeweled hummingbirds flit amongst flowers casting diamonds caught from the sun.
Sometimes people walk into the room and unleash a ray of light on a heart mired in shadow, unleash a ray of light scattering the accursed demons that kept love in check, the accursed demons that fed on the fear of being hurt.
Sometimes people walk into your life igniting a cold sun that strikes darkness from a soul worn weary by deception and intrigue and, cruelest of all, betrayal, strikes coldness from a soul devoid of joy.
Sometimes someone walks into your life and in the instant it takes an eye to blink a year has passed, a year filled with happiness and discovery and wonder and, where future fields once lay fetid, where parched future once aggrieved the spirit dreams blossom promising beauty, dreams blossom with promise of a future shared, a future entered by hearts intertwined.