“and if it makes sense then just let it. If that door opens, pass through it. There’s an art to it, to knowing what’s made for you. There’s something to it, you know? And when you do know what I am talking about, you will know. Sometimes it’s a song we hear, a poem we read, or a person who finds us. Sometimes it’s a dream we have. Whatever it is for you, you will know. And when you do, do so with an open heart and unbothered hearing. Because the way this world speaks to you is no language taught in elementary. When she speaks to you, she doesn’t always demand your undivided attention. She just talks until you hear her if you ever do. When the tongue of the universe produces the right syllables to travel through to you, the wind will begin to be the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard.”
“and if it makes sense then just let it. If that door opens, pass through it. There’s an art to it, to knowing what’s made for you. There’s something to it, you know? And when you do know what I am talking about, you will know. Sometimes it’s a song we... worldly stories
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“many things are made for us, people too. mostly scattered about, but discovering them is the fun part.”

“and if it makes sense then just let it. If that door opens, pass through it. There’s an art to it, to knowing what’s made for you. There’s something to it, you know? And when you do know what I am talking about, you will know. Sometimes it’s a song we hear, a poem we read, or a person who finds us. Sometimes it’s a dream we have. Whatever it is for you, you will know. And when you do, do so with an open heart and unbothered hearing. Because the way this world speaks to you is no language taught in elementary. When she speaks to you, she doesn’t always demand your undivided attention. She just talks until you hear her if you ever do. When the tongue of the universe produces the right syllables to travel through to you, the wind will begin to be the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard.”

Leaning back in his chair, he raises his eyebrows with drooping flesh, wrinkles sprouting about it. He taps his foot a few times on the hardwood floor and seems a little antsy in the chair. Maybe because I haven’t responded. Or maybe he was also just as moved by his words.

My skin feels still, calm but yet full of great curiosity from the words I just listened to. I stare at nothing on the wall but practically burn a hole through it with the train of thoughts coming over me. “Knowing what is made for us? Is that not subjective?” My eyebrows were pushed together and I waited for a reply.

“Yes, the things that are designed like we are. the things we don’t have to change or reconsider. The things this world gives us that are comprised of everything equal and opposite that balances us in our position. Those are things made for us.” By the look on his face, I could tell he was steady in his thought and his voice seemed of much more braun and youthfulness than the vessel of skin he resided in. His heart was young.

“Are people made for us?” I asked in such a way that left the possible responses to my question in abundance.

“Many things are made for us, people too. Mostly scattered about, but discovering them is the fun part.” He peered out the window through the round black-framed glasses situated precisely on top of the bridge of his nose. He was patient and only said what words he needed to, and waited for me to pester him again with more inquiries.

“Discovering them, yeah? Like searching for them?”

“Not at all like searching, just discovering them. It doesn’t work if you’re looking.” Without skipping a beat, he stayed firmly planted in his chair and now he was looking at me. He knew I wasn’t done surveying.

“It doesn’t work if you’re looking? Then how else would we find them? What’s the trick to it?” My eagerness was about to spill over. But he was able to maintain my tipping over at the topic of discussion.

“When she speaks to you, you’ll know it. You just have to hear it, know what she’s saying. Sometimes she will repeat it until you understand. But sometimes she only says so once. You just have to hear it. When you get to that point, well then you can learn what’s made for you. You can start discovering souls bound to yours. But if you’re looking, you’re wasting your time. Just listen to her.” He wasn’t anything less than serious.

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