Is life too full?

Our lives are full. They are full of disappointment. Full of wonders. Full of love. Full of passion. Full of dreams. Full of religion. Full of lessons. Full of long, winding roads. How do we control ourselves?? When is that exact moment of decision, of choice? How much do we miss, just walk right by? Is fate real? I wonder, how often does fate brush our shoulder? Do we even go as far as to turn around as it passes, with that feeling of curiosity, but in our rage of our unconscious mind do we actually have the gull to give “it” a dirty look, not knowing?? How much of our life is the second choice?

I walk by, seeing their faces, brows furrowed, eyes following an imaginary line drawn from their nose to the end of their path five miles away. Their left feet race their right as they haul down the sidewalk. Hello? I’m right here...don’t act like you can’t see me. My eyes meet yours, their violet blue illuminating as the sunlight bounces off your retinas. Time slows, your body passes mine slower than a sloth crawling down a tree. Your left shoulder breezes my right and my body goes numb, a burning sensation taking over the entire right side of my body. Our eyes remain glued , our bodies stay facing each other as we continue in opposite directions down the grey cement. Your face starts to relax, your eyes slightly squint, and your cheek bones rise. You flash the most beautiful smile, while my mind rushes to take a quick snapshot to store away forever. As I try and bring myself back down from the clouds, and take a breath (I realize I haven’t taken a single breath yet), my face tries and mimic yours, my skin warming, and a smile bigger than a watermelon displays itself in broad daylight across my face. As our bodies turn back in the direction we’re each separately headed, my gigantic smile does not budge. I take five more long steps until I redirect my attention back behind me, searching for that gorgeous face. My steps seize as i notice your head has turned back around as well, your deep blue eyes confirming that you have the same mission. We gaze into each other’s eyes for one last, irreplaceable minute. My steps slowly being to start back up, the faces that pass once again become unknown, un-wanting-to-know, and one big blur. My day continues as it was, but my mind wanders again about fate. Could it really pass right by me, completely unaware, so innocent, and equaling a total of ten seconds out of my life? Could that have been fate, brushing my shoulder once again? Is life so full that we miss the most important things in life, things that we spend our whole lives searching for, looking so hard that they literally walk right by? 485