Have you ever realized that some of the best heart to heart conversation’s you have ever had, are those with complete strangers on trains, bus journeys and sometimes with people who were fated to be with you for short periods of time. The perfect vibe, that missing link from your life is invariably with a person who was never meant to be. Why is that the person whom you lent your soul to for a few moments, just a stranger caught in the same room as you for that day?
I was vaguely wondering about this today and decided that maybe the seamless conversation, that missing link was not as perfect as we remember it to be. Maybe it’s just that we have no other memory to mar the perfect moment, for these people never remain in our lives long enough to cloud it with lesser thoughts.
The more time we spend with people, the more they reveal themselves to us and let’s face it no one is perfect. So it dawns on you that the harmonious ocean you were just discovering with this person has a few storms of its own. To add to all this, just in case you did mange to swim far into the ocean without even the tiniest blip, the first storm that will come upon you, will descend like a hurricane and the swim back will cause strains and sprains, which will take a very long time to recover and things will never be the same again. They might get better. They might get worse but they will never be the same again. The perfection is lost and herein lies the secret of why the greatest friendships and the loveliest love stories are but tales of passing ships at night.
Leaving you with lines by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.