Today’s chapter isn’t the one you had in your mind. Here I am thinking of my life, and suddenly I find myself contemplating on how connected I was to a lot of people in my life. I guess that was the time and place to do just that. Imagine a time, when strangers would talk to strangers because they wanted to and felt the need to connect to other people for more than just sharing an experience. There wasn’t any trying to make good impressions or showing off, it was all about the basics, understanding who someone was and seeing how two souls fit into each other lives. You think in today’s time, you would be able to do just that? Just try. I have attempted for old habits sake to see if I could find a place where I could find a place where I’d be able just to talk to somebody, to see how their day was, to understand their problems and to help in places I can. I looked and I couldn’t find anything. Everywhere I went I was bombarded with people looking for hookups and the connection interactions were at longest 4-5 seconds. I only assume people look at the title and know right away if this is it or not. Honestly, I never knew words could be that powerful for one word to be equal to a whole person, to a whole life and to a whole different world. Perhaps I am a lost cause, but I’m sure deep inside, there is more to this world than just I. Now with the rise of social media, people are interacting with hundreds, thousand, and millions at a time. Why would they put in time and effort for only one? Only if it benefits them. Of course, this is presumption that everyone is like that, but where are the rest of the folks? I write because I assume that my feelings are real, and I don’t hide from them. I write also because I know deep inside, I need this to understand my complex mind. I am happy most of times, but like everyone, I find reasons to be sad. I often feel like time is passing by and I’m left behind in a world that don’t exist anymore. I know many of you feel like this too, and that this was a burden to most since the dawn of time, but can it be broken? Can I go back to where I was? It can’t be that closure is not possible, and that moving on simply means letting go of that reality for another. What happened to meaningful connections?  Seems I can only do that if I am in person and only with people I am familiar with, but from time to time, I meet people that see eye-to-eye and it becomes that feeling of deja-vu for both. You just know it in those moments, that that person has seen exactly what you have seen somewhere along the lines. You understand each other and don’t have to tell each other you do, or even acknowledge the fact. In those moments are the only times I feel a real connection with a stranger. I don’t need stranger’s connection because I need love, or that I need a relationship. I just simply wish to talk to someone without any string’s attached. To be able to talk about everything without someone understanding the context just I can say it out. I guess that what my chapters are for, but still I imagine there’s got to be a way other than talking to an empty space. For now, I’ll just pretend like there is someone on the other side, and regardless, it makes me feel better just to hear my voice out loud on paper. My whole point is that the concept of lost connections has become real, and while I wish things were different now, I have lived my time and I have seen a better world. To me, that is good enough and while nothing good lasts forever, my spirit lives on and I have not forgotten. Despite the flaws of today, I see a lot of good in it, and while it pains me to live certain parts behind, I am happy to embrace a new life and a new time. In life, we either move on or we don’t. In this part, I move on, and smile at the thought of how beautiful my life has been. One battle at a time, one connection at a time. The world might change and break, but there is no erasing what I have left behind. It could rain tomorrow, it could snow, but deep inside, the light is always on.