Currently thinking about something interesting…

Before we ever met. Living in the same city. I wonder what the closest we ever physically got to each other was.

I’m sure there was a day we were just, like, in the mall together with our moms. Or at the grocery store. Or within a mile or something or whatever.

And I wonder that with any and every significant person in my life.

What if we were both in public once long before we met each other and just passed by the other? As strangers?

and now, for that matter — thinking of that very real possibility — how many other potential life-altering, life-defining relationships are around us, latent within any given stranger or passerby?

it’s like we become so blinded to the infinite depth and potential of each and every moment. The mundane does not exist. We choose mundanity. We have the ability to choose meaning, if we really look at the infinite richness constantly surrounding us.