Six degrees.
Six degrees is the distance between life’s accidents and its intentions.
Six degrees of separation,
yet, somehow, the same sky holds us all,
the same sun warms our faces.
Life, it seems, is built on beginnings.
The first glance, the first touch,
the first time we realize the world is bigger
than the plans we made for it.
Six degrees of separation,
yet, somehow, the distance collapses.
We find each other in the spaces in between -
through laughter and loss, through love and time,
through the six threads that bind us
to every life we touch, and every life we will never see.
Perhaps this is what it means to live:
to believe that the hands we haven’t held
still shape our world.
That the people we’ll never know
still breathe life into our days.
Six degrees of separation,
yet, somehow, every chance encounter feels like fate.
Every missed train, every detour,
Becomes part of an unfolding story
We write with each step we take.
So here we are,
at the edge of everything we want,
still just begun.
And we wonder if we’ll ever get there.
Six Degrees of Separation
yet, something keeps us moving –
to know that every dream,
every love, every life worth living,
starts the same way:
with a quiet belief that our dreams
are just as eager to find us
as we are to find them.
Love,
Charvee
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