Those We Once Were

I like to think sometimes that perhaps once, a long time ago, in ages past, we were different people in different lives. Perhaps friends were lovers, enemies were siblings and parents were strangers. I believe we bring some of these connections with us to this life, which is why friends fall in love, why siblings come to hate one another, and why parents can end up as mere strangers. This is why I like to keep thinking that there is hope for us still, because how can one give up those for whom their love runs deepest?

I like to think that we all had connections in another life, that we shall continue weaving our own stories around those of others. Perhaps we were residents in a small village, forced to work together to survive; perhaps we were aristocrats who found laughter over the rim of a wine glass; perhaps we were fish, swimming simultaneously in our great school to ward off predators.

.....or perhaps we were maple leaves who simply grew old together.