A Brief Theory of Entanglement

Part I

Is love simply a chance?
A series of random events waiting to happen
And then without you even realising
You are at the right place at the right time
Serendipity? Magic? Or maybe science?

A part of me thinks it is belief

Mine in love

Of the one that makes you feel at home

Where you can just be and breathe

Or as someone once said to me,

“you can just feel it in your bones that it’s meant to be”

We all have our unique definition of love

Dreamy, bedazzled, heartwarming, magical

But for me the defining word has always been exceptional

With you it’s been that and more; redefining and humbling

Every day I feel the warmth of your gaze

And the comfort of your embrace

I love being with you

And all this despite the distance

It is so beautiful and humbling
To feel loved, respected and cared for this way

 

Is that love at its deepest?
Yes.

Ever nurturing.

Where we both are the center

Just as there is “we” and there is “you” and “I”

Whilst the complexity is grounding

The simplicity of this love is magnificent

I feel enriched

I understand now what it means to be loved

And I am ever grateful

However, I am curious

At which point in the series of random events did our fates intertwine

Was there a particular event ?

Or was it the whole series ?

A beautiful green eyed nerd told me about a phenomenon

And I think that’s a highly probable explanation

It starts at the origin; point zero

Where two particles are generated

And the quantum state of each particle cannot be described independently of the other

Despite the spatial distance

And that’s what it is.

We are an entangled system.

Eureka!

I guess love is serendipity and magic and all of that

But for us it’s the “Theory of Entanglement”.

 

-Dedicated to the beautiful green-eyed nerd. You make my heart smile. 

Metanoia

For years now it’s been a ritual
Each morning I look in the mirror
And I tell myself, “I can do it”
“Everything will be alright”
“Count your blessings l”
“You are loved”
“Stay positive”

Don’t break, hang in there
Negativity won’t help
It’ll only make you seem weaker
Don’t let your inner core deplete into shallowness
I could see the void in my eyes

I said to myself again
Don’t break, hang in there
Hang in there just a moment longer
But the cracks were brewing
And I could foresee the explosion

Dark grey smoke crawling in
Pungent viscous thoughts of the dream breaking
My dream; the one that kept me going
It’s okay. I’ll have a new dream, I said to myself

But this time was different
I knew what lay ahead
I was prepared and I wasn’t
One can only do so much

The truth is that to win
One must surrender to the struggle
But the irony lies in the way you define the win
Twisted and malicious
Hurtful and deceitful
Or
Spectacular and shiny
And the glorious champion

I’ve always found struggle so fascinating
The things it does to you and the person it makes you
How astonishing! Serendipity?
Is it simply fate?
Or is it genuine hard-work and clarity of thoughts
Perseverance and courage
And the right set of choices?

I have tried to seek the answer and I cannot seem to find it
Or maybe I didn’t try hard enough
Or maybe time will be the testament
And a prophecy will unfold

However, the question remains
In the cycle of metamorphosis
Where am I today?
What now? What next?
Did I really win?

The mathematics of life is a simple sine curve
And I am just a mere particle oscillating through the zeros; above and below
Or is this the point where I have finally broken through?
I am now finally on my path; unimpeded and genuine.
Mine; will and creation!

I don’t want to be the winner
For that’s too shallow for me.
I want to be wiser and humbler
And that’s the only form of stability I pursue

The negatives are significant too
They teach you about the limitations you can create for yourself
Just like how the positives teach you about the new possibilities
Together they make you bolder; well-fortified

After all this time and through the numerous whimsical struggles
It was this time that made me embrace myself; truly
Both the known and the unknown
I’m no longer constrained by the highs and lows
A free particle in my own space continuum
For this is my metamorphosis
And I am a butterfly of my own creation; metanoia!