Every not so often, the universe will launch a sequence of events, all so perfectly calculated, and beautifully orchestrated, which all together seem to be a heavenly act. Something which feels like divine intervention. Something solely crafted for you. A job for the struggling unemployed. A random and uplifting compliment for the sad and depressed. Something that brings about hope to the hopeless, and can be described as a first sound to the deaf, something as embracing and secure as a mother’s first touch. A number of events that put an individual in the right place and right time, with results that feel so illusory, you wake the next day doubting that moment’s authenticity.
They say there is always sunshine after the rain. The longer it rains, the more you would come to appreciate that sunshine. But it would be foolish to not to appreciate those warm rays of light and the feeling they bring by shrugging it off in hopes of not over reacting whether you be engulfed by feelings of disbelief or feeling undeserving of the gift before you. Instead you take advantage of the moment, and accomplish what could not be done during the storm.
He had said yes to things he would have normally declined. Put forth effort in tasks he would have normally passed off, thus traveling roads he would have never known to be present. This and many more factors had put him here. The doorbell rang and another new face walked in. She stood and greeted those who were familiar to her first, then introduced herself to those who weren’t. They exchanged common pleasantries all while displaying her most embracing feature. Her smile. The kind that uncontrollably forced you to reciprocate with one of equal and genuine intent. He fought the urge not to stare, but felt compelled to soak in her beauty. He extended their introduction and took in her every feature.
This night would end with no foreseen establishment of any type of future relationship. The next day, all would gather for a specific event, and this day, although more interactive and fruitful, would be end the same. A week later the universe would prove to still be in his corner. In weeks to come she would open his eyes to things that were right in front of him, but he had grown unable to see. She would unknowingly rebuild him, and with every encounter, every call, and text, add missing pieces to his broken puzzle. She in herself is heavenly. She alone is divine.