Have it occur to you, where a person who used to share our laughter, troubles, and sadness suddenly became a stranger and totally different than how they used to be? The way they talk, the way they walk, it's like, "Who is this person? I couldn't recognize them at all!"
If you have experienced the situation state above, then congratulations, you are probably old.
The fact that people come and go in our life like a linear line with multiple tangents. Even our love one will go someday, either you leave them or they leave you.
Some time you wonder if they are people like you; who also had existential crisis. You want to share your stories but not close enough to met them. Chances are, there are multiple paralel line who never meant to meet each other. Through poems, rhyme and verse, they let others know their stories across different timeline.
On the contrary of what people think about asymptotes line being the saddest love story, I think of asymptotes as near miss incident. I remember the speech from the resistance leader Yahya Sinwar, who quote from Sayyidina Ali R.A: “There are 2 days in a person's life: a day when death is not your destiny, and a day when death is your destiny. On the first day, no one can harm you, and on the second day, no one can save you."
Math teach us the hard truth about life. Now let’s pretend that we don’t know any of this and live our life as usual. Long live Palestine! 🇵🇸
