An interesting thing happened on Facebook today; I was looking at a post on the death of Cory Monteith (Glee star) that explained how it's possible to feel sadness for the loss of a life even if you didn't know the person who died. As I scrolled through the comments, I came across one that simply said “<3”. Beneath it, as Facebook often does with text it does not understand or with comments it believes to be in a foreign language, it had a blue hyperlink stating “translation.” I knew whatever it said would be wrong, but out of curiosity, I clicked it anyway and it said “no content available.” Obviously Facebook didn't understand the symbols in the comment drew a picture as it was viewing them as strictly characters, but to me it left an impression and I saw a coincidence...
Death affects us all, even if it's a stranger.
Hearts are complicated.
And feelings cannot be translated properly by any words we possess nor explained by any machine that we own.
There are a lot of coincidences in life. It’s not proof that there’s a driving, spiritual force behind it. However, the fact that I am able to see them and recognize them for their inspiration is to me, a small miracle. I don’t know that this conclusion I drew was really all that monumental, but it think we need little pick-ups like this to keep ourselves afloat. Perhaps the fact that our brains do this for us is what the real miracle is. Wherever it comes from, I’m grateful for it.
