Somewhere Between Chance and Choice
For whatever reason, evolution made us humans. And the experience of collectively existing on this tiny planet feels profoundly meaningful - especially knowing our time here is limited. To meet certain people, whether for a moment or a lifetime, carries extraordinary odds. We might never have met. We might never have even been born to meet.
For me, dating is not just about companionship, it’s about understanding another person’s life experience. It’s not a stretch to say we all carry a deep longing for connection. Whether biological or psychological, the yearning exists. What matters is what we do with it: does it nourish us, or do we run around like headless chickens? I don’t want to be a headless chicken.
It is a privilege to realise that you are capable of love-regardless of its context. It’s a measure of your humanity, and more than that, your ability to consciously love. But questions arise: am I hallucinating intimacy? Will it blind me? And if it doesn’t, is it even real love? The definitions begin to blur when you experience intimacy in the real world, navigating conflict, second-guessing, assuming, learning.
Love itself isn’t complicated, when the mutual energies just align. don’t ask me what it means, it is meant to be felt haha. The illusion of ego becomes clearer with time. We are not meant to fight each other; we are meant to face life as a team. Differences aren’t enemies-they are either understood, accepted, or gently negotiated. Compatibility isn’t about perfection, but about whether those differences remain small enough not to disrupt the foundation. When there is a genuine effort to understand and adjust, communication becomes effortless.
In my experience, there is an undeniable pull towards certain people. The foundation of that pull is something simple: the vibes, the sense of it. It’s that knowing. The kind where you walk into a gathering and, without calling out, they find you. They show up for you. You don’t have to perform or announce yourself, you simply feel their presence, and it nourishes you.
I hope to be capable of offering that kind of presence, to be a beacon of love. Beyond appearances, beyond judgments,because love is non-dual. It simply is.
To all my loved ones, present and future,thank you for giving me the opportunity to feel human.
To be noticed without putting on a show.
To be heard without raising your voice.
To be longed for without having to leave.
To be enough without needing to justify it.
To be held without breaking down.
To be understood without explaining yourself.
To be desired without conditions.
To be
To be……..
They stand apart, but share the same stillness…….
Wendy Whiteley’s Secret Garden kind of does its own thing. You don’t really arrive , you just end up in it. Light comes through the fig trees in patches, and every now and then the harbour shows up between the leaves. We spent a sunny Saturday wandering around with no real plan, just following whatever path felt right. Took a few photos of ourselves along the way, just because it felt like the kind of place you’d want to remember. Every corner is filled with character, full of colour.
I think I’ll remember you there more than anything else.
She is something soft blooming without trying too hard, like a first date where nothing needed to be said but everything was felt.
