#WritcoPoemPrompt116
All was just merely coincidence,
Mismatching the present for the past,
Believed it was related to past-life experience,
Hope that the next day wouldn't be the last…
One night when I was walking around the city, I saw an old man sitting on the side of the street. His hands were folded in his lap, and he was looking out at the sky. I walked over to him and asked if he was okay. He looked up at me and said, "I don't know what's happening to me."
When I was around twelve, I went to the park with my friends, and we were playing a game of catch. I was at the edge of the field when I heard a loud thud. I looked up, but before I could see what happened, a man yelled for me to get out of the way. I turned around to see a truck barreling towards me. It was a split second decision: either run or get hit by the truck. I quickly ran out of the way, and watched as the truck smashed into the tree that was in front of me. A few seconds later, a woman approached me, asking if I was alright. I told her I was fine and then went back to playing with my friends.
There is no such thing as coincidence. Everything has a reason, and everything happens for a reason. I know this to be true because in my life, I have seen and experienced so much. The past, present, and future all have a purpose, and nothing is ever by chance.
I was in the park and I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I ran to it and it turned out to be a branch that had fallen from one of the trees. It was lying on the ground and I looked at it for a second. I didn't think much of it, but then I saw something else. It was lying there in front of me, right on the ground. I couldn't believe my eyes, this was too weird. So I picked up the pa and looked at it closely. It was a perfect match, but it didn't make sense, how could it be here?
This evening as I lay in bed, I felt an overwhelming sense of fear wash over me. I knew that something was wrong and it had nothing to do with the outside world. My thoughts drifted back to a time in my life when I was only ten years old. It was a hot summer day and I was standing in the back yard playing with my friends. Suddenly I had the most intense feeling that something was wrong with my family. I felt so scared and then I heard a noise coming from the house. The next thing I knew, there were police cars outside and my dad was telling me to run and get help. A few minutes later, I found out that my dad had died and that it was related to his past-life experience.
I was sitting in my living room, watching the news on my television. I found out that there had been a shooting at a school in Florida. I thought it was just another shooting, but when I heard the report of a man claiming that he was shot by an armed intruder and that he saw his attacker's face, I started to think about the idea of reincarnation.
I was driving home from work, it was a long day and I was exhausted. As I pulled into the driveway I saw my mom sitting on the porch with a glass of wine in her hand. I had a feeling something wasn't right. I got out of the car and as I approached her, she said "I'm sorry." She started to cry and said that she didn't know what she was doing anymore. I took her in my arms and asked her what was wrong. She told me that she had been having nightmares and sleep walking and sometimes she would wake up in places she didn't remember going to. She then told me that she thought it might be related to past-life experience or that something else might have happened to her while she was sleeping. The next day, we found out that my mom had passed away in her sleep. She died of a heart attack, at the age of 54.
It's been a long day, and I'm ready to call it a night. It's been a long day, but I know tomorrow will be better. I hope that the next day would not be...