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And She ran in her circles. And He ran in his circles. She rushed obliviously, as did He, each in their own dark, little worlds. Blind
to everything, to anything. Work, drive, eat, work, drive, eat, and nothing else. He and She rushed, isolated from everything in their
own pretty little patterns – ignorant, but hardly blissful. Then came the falls. And then came the real beginning. It was just another
of those mornings, was it a Wednesday? A Friday? Does it matter? One of those carbon-copied mornings, on the way from the car
to the office building came the first fall. A misplaced shoelace maybe? A groove in the pavement? Nevertheless, it was the first thing
out of the ordinary for her in ages. Nevertheless, her pattern was interrupted for the first time, and She tripped. Falling, and falling,
off balance, off schedule, slowly. And it was the most comfortable feeling She had experienced in an eternity, so She let herself float
down, and just sat. There in the doorway of the same gargantuan office building she sat, as herds of people were arriving for the
same day. She just sat for the first time, and everything sat still with her. Then came the second fall. It was bound to happen – a
serendipitous stumble into fate. Because here He came, in the same daze, looking ahead, always looking ahead, as if nothing else
would propel him forward. And over her He tripped. And then suddenly, there they were, sitting side by side, and She looked left
towards him, and He looked right towards her. And they weren’t looking ahead, but they were finally looking forward for the first
time. Their choices, their futures, tangible for the first time.
And from there, everything seemed to happen for the first time, for the first time. He and She looked up and down and left and
right and saw everything they saw. They never otherwise would have, if the other hadn’t been there. Not a second went
unappreciated, and everything was light. She and He changed each other and watched each other change, and watched each other
grow. He and She recognized that without that one moment, everything would still be the same. If the two of them hadn’t let life
change them, life wouldn’t have changed. Most of all though, She and He realized that if everything were still the same, if She had
never stumbled and He had never followed suit, You wouldn’t have ended up here. There would have been nothing to see, nothing
to read, nothing to take note of. But it did happen, and for that, She, He, and we thank life, change, and everything that is new,
because novelty is what makes life, life.
to everything, to anything. Work, drive, eat, work, drive, eat, and nothing else. He and She rushed, isolated from everything in their
own pretty little patterns – ignorant, but hardly blissful. Then came the falls. And then came the real beginning. It was just another
of those mornings, was it a Wednesday? A Friday? Does it matter? One of those carbon-copied mornings, on the way from the car
to the office building came the first fall. A misplaced shoelace maybe? A groove in the pavement? Nevertheless, it was the first thing
out of the ordinary for her in ages. Nevertheless, her pattern was interrupted for the first time, and She tripped. Falling, and falling,
off balance, off schedule, slowly. And it was the most comfortable feeling She had experienced in an eternity, so She let herself float
down, and just sat. There in the doorway of the same gargantuan office building she sat, as herds of people were arriving for the
same day. She just sat for the first time, and everything sat still with her. Then came the second fall. It was bound to happen – a
serendipitous stumble into fate. Because here He came, in the same daze, looking ahead, always looking ahead, as if nothing else
would propel him forward. And over her He tripped. And then suddenly, there they were, sitting side by side, and She looked left
towards him, and He looked right towards her. And they weren’t looking ahead, but they were finally looking forward for the first
time. Their choices, their futures, tangible for the first time.
And from there, everything seemed to happen for the first time, for the first time. He and She looked up and down and left and
right and saw everything they saw. They never otherwise would have, if the other hadn’t been there. Not a second went
unappreciated, and everything was light. She and He changed each other and watched each other change, and watched each other
grow. He and She recognized that without that one moment, everything would still be the same. If the two of them hadn’t let life
change them, life wouldn’t have changed. Most of all though, She and He realized that if everything were still the same, if She had
never stumbled and He had never followed suit, You wouldn’t have ended up here. There would have been nothing to see, nothing
to read, nothing to take note of. But it did happen, and for that, She, He, and we thank life, change, and everything that is new,
because novelty is what makes life, life.
