During the last few weeks my thoughts have been very selfishly directed onto my own being. On my dreams, my desires and my wishes, while looking for things that make me happy. Trying to find that lost place of comfort and tranquility that I seemed to have misplaced for a period of time. I have simply been going through a lot of soul searching in order to find back to me. This has been very much reflected in my writing, as some of you have noticed and even pointed out in your comments.
The focus directed towards my own feelings and emotions has brought me into a state of heightened sensitivity, for a lack of better expression. I feel constantly, thus my empathy for my surroundings has intensified in the most unusual way.
I seem to have gained some sort of premonition for somewhat mundane, however quiet amusing serendipitous occurrences. This newfound ability is reflected in subtle signs, which presents themselves to me daily. I pick up the phone just when a text messages arrives or when someone is calling me, usually the person who I was thinking about minutes prior. I start humming a tune in my mind, which has entered it out of nowhere, only to hear it start playing on the radio station a few minutes later. Staying with music, it seems that suddenly all the lyrics I hear are describing my own problems or even solving the dilemma that I am finding myself in, by offering the solution in the words of the chorus. Over and over again.
While I drive, I see adds lining the roads, displayed on the sides of taxis and busses, that speak to me in an unusual way. They seem to convey hidden messages, often reflecting the thoughts or even answering question that I was contemplating moments before.
And then there are numbers, very much like the date of today or even yesterday, which create a harmonious sequence; 10-10-10, 10-11-10...
When I glance upon the digital display of watches, either in my home, at work, on my phone or computer, they all seem to state combination such as; 14:14, 22:33, 11:11, 00:00 or even 12:34, over and over again, several times a day, making me with a smile recollect that intriguing post about this observation, written by my friend Hilary last year.
Logically I know I have not become psychic in a matter of weeks, but I enjoy my novel sensitivity to my surroundings, and in its turn, to my own existence. Perhaps it has always been there, somewhat dormant, surfacing only now due to my current state of mind.
Whether it is spiritual, divine or simply a natural (intellectual) perception that has been tuned into something already predisposed for me to sense - I do not know. And I really do not care. My recent experiences only reinforce my perpetual beliefs in the simple fact that if we only look, answers, solutions and help, or the offer of comfort can be found everywhere.
No matter how alone we might feel, I do not think we ever are.