Attachments

 If I keep things in my heart I realize how profoundly small moments can shape a lifetime. Sometimes a single meeting, an exchange of glances, a fleeting conversation, carries within it the power to alter the course of everything that follows. And yet, even if I spend a lifetime alongside someone, even if I witness all they are and all they do, I might still fail to truly understand them.

There is a strange honesty in the eyes of some. One look and I am convinced of their truth, their intentions, without a single word to guide me. And yet, I have poured over countless tales of innocence, over volumes of testimony, and sometimes I remain unmoved, skepticism clinging stubbornly to my ribs.

The world is quietly ironic. Those marked as notorious or disgraced often wield the wisdom of the long game, while those we deem divine or virtuous sometimes carry the faint scent of deception. People chase treasures and accolades yet pour their souls into saving the voiceless creatures of this earth. Attachments, in their many forms, play their curious, paradoxical game. We love, we despise, we trust, we doubt, all in ways that defy explanation yet feel profoundly familiar.

It is in these contradictions, the unspoken truths, the fleeting glances, the silent choices, that life leaves its most enduring marks. We may never fully understand them yet they shape the texture of our existence.