Let me tell you a story.
Not with characters or drama, but with souls — the kind we never really see, but somehow feel.
Long before, we were born… before this body, this name, this life — we were just souls. Floating in a space that wasn't earth, but felt more real than anything here. In that place, we weren't alone. We were surrounded by other souls — familiar ones.
Some we had known across lifetimes. Some we'd hurt. Some had hurt us. But here, in that space, there was no blame — just understanding.
And in that moment, we made a deal with other souls
We looked at one another and said,
"When we go down there… when we are born into the world, I will find you.
Maybe as a friend. Maybe as someone you fall in love with. Or maybe I'll come into your life like a storm, shake everything, and leave. But whatever happens, I will teach you something. You will teach me something. And when we've done what we came to do, we'll move on."
We sealed that promise — not with words, but with the kind of knowing that souls carry.
Then… we were born.
And like that, we forgot.
Forgot the promise.
Forgot the connection.
Forgot the reason.
But life… life remembers.
One day, we meet someone — maybe in school, at work, on a train, in the middle of nowhere — and we feel something. A strange pull. A deep familiarity in a stranger's eyes. We laugh like we've known them for years. Or we fight like we've carried some old story we can't remember. And slowly, through joy or heartbreak, they teach us what they came to teach.
Sometimes we feel comfortable with someone we just met, — even though they're a complete stranger?
Sometimes it's not even planned. We just start talking to a random person — maybe in a shop, or online, or while waiting for a cab — and there's this odd sense of familiarity. Like we've known them before… somehow.
It's strange. Unexpected. A little weird, even.
But maybe — just maybe — it's not random at all.
Maybe something in the universe was gently guiding that moment. Aligning things. Because we were meant to meet that person. Maybe for a reason. Maybe for a lesson.
Whatever it is… it feels like fate.
Sometimes the lesson is beautiful.
Sometimes it breaks us.
But always, it grows us.
And when the lesson is complete… something shifts.
How we can go from talking to someone every day… to barely remembering how their voice sounded.
There was a time when just seeing their name pop up on our screen made us smile. We'd talk for hours, share silly jokes, late-night thoughts, and everything in between. It felt real — intense, even. Like maybe it was something more.
But then… something shifts.
The conversations fade. The connection thins. One day, we just stop talking — no fights, no drama. Just silence.
And later, when we read old chats or see old pictures, we wonder — What was that?
Why did I feel so much back then?
Why did I behave like that for someone who now feels like a stranger?
It's not hate. It's not sadness. It's just… a strange emptiness.
Like realizing it wasn't love. Maybe not even deep connection.
Maybe… it was just a moment. An attraction. A lesson.
Whatever it was — it came, it changed us a little, and it left.
And that sudden shift? That quiet fading?
It still makes us pause and think, even if we'll never really have the answer.
They don't always leave physically. Sometimes, they're still around. Still in the same city. Still smiling when they see us. Still saying "hi." But it's not like before. The depth is gone. The connection fades. And we wonder, What happened?
But the soul knows:
The deal was complete.
Like finishing a chapter in a book — not because you hated it, but because the story had to move forward.
It's like being in school. We sit in a classroom, day after day. We learn, we struggle, we grow. And when we've passed all our tests, the school doesn't ask us to stay. It says, "Well done. Now you're ready for what's next."
We still see our old teachers in the hallway. We greet them. Smile. But the time of lessons is over.
And if we don't learn? If we resist?
The universe gently repeats the class. Same lessons. Same faces. Until we finally grow.
But here's the most sacred part of the story —
When your soul has met everyone it was meant to meet, taught all it needed to teach, and learned all it came to learn… there's nothing left here. That's when the soul quietly leaves. The body rests. And the spirit returns home, ready to begin again, in another life, with new promises, new faces, and new lessons.
That's the story
Not just about people.
But about souls.
About why we meet, why we part, and why nothing — not even pain — is ever without purpose.