Strings

Signs. I pay more attention to them when I think. What songs the radio just happened to air, what quotes I manage to catch in shows I accidentally stumble upon, whose blogs I manage to read, what things I randomly encounter with, what my eyes read when I open my kind of bible, everything, anything that can help me break through the threshold, take a deep breath and let go. When I'm lost, I look for signs of choice. All for some enlightenment. Some make me smile, some make me cry, the best thing is there will always be a neverending supply of signs and worst thing is I neverendingly look for signs. Today, is one of the days when and where, the sign was there, waiting for me, warm and fresh. The sign was a form of empathy, or maybe that's not the most accurate word, because we are strangers, experiencing different things. But it was as though it was there for me to read, to allow for me to take a deep breath and be grateful that someone out there, have feelings I can empathize with... and now, I present you the output, and get today over with.