It is not an accident
that you are reading this.
Words come into our lives
when we’re
prepared to understand.
Whoever enters our path
is the right person.
Every interaction
is meant to teach us.
Whatever happens
is the only thing
that could have happened.
Every situation is perfect,
even when mind and ego resist.
Whenever it happens,
it is the right time.
When we are ready
for a new experience,
it will begin.
It is not by chance
you are reading this.
Like falling leaves in Autumn
that prepare the ground for Spring,
Endings are not failures—
they are evolution—
We leave, we move on,
enriched by the experience.
When it is time for closure
the door closes—
and another appears.
The door to this poem
is now closed.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 249/365.
Desert Dweller 