Sunday, May 24, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Fate
What is fate? How is fate measured? Who determines what counts as fate?
fate |fāt|
noun
1 the development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power
A couple of weeks ago I think i had a brush with fate. Over the Christmas/NYE period I went to a festival. The first night i was there was somewhat of a sensory overload for me. A night full of lights, sounds colour and to put simply a brilliant atmosphere. I ventured out into the night with myself and the other 130 000 other Woodford revilers. I was on such a high it was almost like i could touch the sky (in a metaphorical sense). I danced and drank the night away. When dancing in the Murrie tent I met Darcy (who was also venturing out by himself). We danced and laughed, then decided that this feeling would be even more substantiated if we were to take XTC. We did. We then left the festival grounds and went back to my camp (which was on a hill). We drank while high, sang and chatted for hours, until the sun rose (which was all quite beautiful). We exchanged numbers in the hope that we would be able to meet again while at Woodford. We didn’t due to logistical reasons.
A couple of weeks ago I received a text message from Darcy. Which at the time was the last person I thought I would receive a text message from. He gave me his email and that was that.
No less than three days later I was traveling along a dirt road in the hope that i was going in the right direction to a doof just outside Kyogle. While on the way there were two people walking along the road and i stopped to pick them up. not much was said except small talk. Something along the line of where are you from? Are you sure we are going in the right direction? Then one of the two said; Leah? I looked over and I said; Darcy? I was left speechless, thinking about all that had happened at Woodford and how bazaar it was to see him no less then three days after he sent me a message after four months of no contact.
I lost Darcy again that night to the mayhem of the doof. I wish we could have shared a night just like Woodford again.
