In some form or other, Life's sense of humor falls upon us all. This is especially true in the case of those who are sensitive to detail and strive to be attentive toward self and other. This personification of Life is NOT accidental. It is inspired and borrowed from the wisdom of Kahlil Gibran: the artist, philosopher, and poet whose works changed my life.
Gibran once told a story of his coming across an ethereal woman named Selma Karamy in one of his Arabic works titled, The Broken Wings. Selma embodied a beauty and quiet dignity that can only be truly understood by way of the heart. This woman's quintessential enchantment left the young Kahlil Gibran a little older, a little more of a man. After all, there is an epiphany of sorts that comes with the coming across of such loveliness; it alters the course of man's heart and mind. It makes poetry out of what once appeared to be bland, and sheds light upon the details of things which we once thought to be plain.
I suppose in most cases, these instances do not occur while we await them; they occur while we are not. It is usually when we have imagined our personal brink, and begin to talk ourselves into a fate we deem not to be desirable, but inevitable. It is in those moments that one's 'Selma' appears. It is in those moments, that Life mocks and ridicules our plans for ourselves...
