I’m going to a music show this weekend.
…And I’m going to meet people I’m never going to meet again thereafter.
It’s a thought I have found myself ruminating on after past shows and I’m going into this weekend with it fully in the forefront this time.
…And it mixes in this sentimental sadness with the already anticipatory excitement—which makes it a depth multiplier if you will.
It makes each glance… each interaction… each contact… a little more meaningful, intentional, and/or deliberate.
It lays a foundation for more magic to occur. Because it can sometimes happen serendipitously… where two paths cross, magic occurs, and then they diverge for the rest of time. And what makes the interaction magic is how something about it also stays with you for the rest of time.
Maybe a look… maybe a line… maybe a touch…
Something that was maybe meant to stay. Something that maybe wasn’t meant to end. Something that formulated the whole reason for the paths to have diverged in the first place.
I’m not sure I believe in destiny more than I believe in retrospective sensemaking.
But one thing is for sure… I believe in the magic of connection. Even the kind that can happen in one singular life interaction. Especially when the culture of the environment is right… and it attracts the right kind of people… and the right aura and energy is being emitted.
Go into these moments with your senses open wide. Be present. Be courageous.
All it takes is the magic of one moment to alter the direction of the rest of a life—theirs or yours.