A Poem about the Universe

One, two, three. Just by now a human being was born into this world.

One, two, three – and another one; it goes on and on and on.

There are so many of us. In fact, we are so many that we will never be able to meet all of „us“. It is almost impossible to imagine.

So when we meet new people, randomly or planned, it is something special. Every single time. Think of the high probability that we would not meet them. The ones we meet are chosen by the path we decided to take, consciously or unconsciously. We plan to meet up, we cancel, we meet by surprise, we meet by chance and maybe we even meet by faith. But some, like you and me, will never meet.

I start to wonder: „How many people can we meet during a lifetime?“ Some of us will probably meet more, others will meet less. In the end, there will definitely be an incredibly high number of human beings, special and ordinary ones, loud and quiet ones, smart and silly ones, that we will never get the chance to meet. They will never cross our paths. There is nothing we can do about it.

Does it hurt your feelings a little? 
That‘s alright.

So I write these letters, one by one, like each and every single one of them is special, just like the human beings in this world. 
This goes to the ones we will never meet. 
This goes to the intimate talks and precious encounters, to the awkward moments between strangers, to the memories and experiences we will never be able to remember.

Yes, it is a very special occasion when we actually meet people that fulfil our wildest dreams, our guiltiest pleasures, and our dearest desires. Some of those encounters last for minutes, days, months, years, or even a lifetime. They are true and real and beautiful, but they are also a chance that we not took.

I don‘t think it is a bad idea to settle – don‘t get me wrong. I just want to remind you how special each and every moment is. The fact that we meet the people we have met turns into a spectacular supernova.

The ones we will never meet are like stars in far galaxies, unable to reach, but possible to dream of.

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