I fell in love with someone because they had the same birthday as my deceased mother.
I was broke and needed money for cat food, and found exactly the right amount whilst walking to work one morning.
All my long term relationships were with people whose initials were GDH.
The above are snippets of my life, although awareness of the last statement (my partners having the same initials) was only recently realised.
I love coincidences. They are like markers or rewards in life indicating that you are treading the correct path or swimming in the right current.
Life can be a proverbial existential morass that signs, symbols and visible portents lighten and brighten a path through. I’m aware that these things can be tricksters (see the first of the above examples) but they definitely make things more interesting.
I’m also aware of the need for discernment, suspicion and reticence, because this sort of focusing can lead down the path of obsession and delusion. I’ve seen more than a few friends meander off on that strange route, never to return, lost in a world of deciphering car license plates and phone numbers. Fortunately not being particularly numerically orientated and possessing a hyper analytic nature helps keeps me ‘relatively’ sane.
One of my favourite poems ‘Black Rook in Rainy Weather’ by Sylvia Plath mentions
‘a celestial burning took
possession of the most obtuse objects…’
which is what coincidence does.
Coincidence is a rhythm, a colour, a strange vehicle.
It adds depth to the mundane, creating a pattern that makes reality a vision, rather than something merely glimpsed as it is raced past on your way from life landmark to life landmark to grave.