The Pull of the Universe
On waves, destiny, and the quiet strength of being pulled toward what's meant for you.
There are places where you can sit and watch the ocean for hours, and no two waves ever come the same way twice. There’s something in that — the unrepeating rhythm, the way each one arrives different and leaves the same shape behind.
This came from one of those mornings.
Every wave I see is so different
So unexpectedly beautiful
You never know what will happen
Possibilities are plentiful
Like crossing paths with a new love
Or finding inspiration from a stranger
Life can be so poetic
What will be your next adventure?
I believe in the pull of the universe
The strength of winds and waves
They pull you to your destiny
Don’t fight it, be brave
Life is strange, isn’t it?
It can be cruel and kind all at once; so behold
For everything that’s happened
Had to for your future to unfold
I don’t believe in fate the way some people believe in fate. But I believe in something close to it — the way certain doors open at the moment you’re ready to walk through them. The way the right people find you when you’ve finally become the person they would recognize.
That’s the pull. You don’t have to fight it. You don’t have to chase it. You just have to keep moving.
— JTC