There are days when you don’t plan anything, you just head to the store… and something arrives that you weren’t really looking for. A realization. An answer. A message from the Universe that comes exactly when it’s supposed to.
This post is about that. That strange, synchronous moment when everything makes sense, at least for a short while. The third part of the “series” might not even be a continuation, but another round in the same dance: closer to myself, to the lack, and to the “something” that I may never have truly lost.
In February of this year, I wrote the posts “In search of something lost” and “In search of something lost – AI version”.
Then in May, I had a conversation with AI, which is when the basic idea for this post was born.
Today’s Experience
Before I continue with the thoughts I outlined then and have been developing since then, I have to mention my experience this morning.
While I was walking into the store, a discovery about myself suddenly came to me.
My first thought now, while writing, was that this realization came to me out of nowhere, but my experiences of the past almost a year immediately told me that this would not be a good way to phrase it. There is that wonderful phenomenon of “Synchronicity, coincidences, flow“…
So, early in the afternoon, while walking, the Universe sent me an answer to a question that was not actually stated by me.
Although, that is not true either! As a writer, I am in a difficult situation right now. How can I convey that all my senses and all my instincts are on high alert in these minutes. How can I articulate that a thoughtless understanding permeates my entire being in relation to the past few hours? What picture would I draw right now that describes what I feel?
I’ll go back to the sentence above.
I was on my way to the store when the Universe sent me an answer to a question that I’ve asked myself many times in my agony, including this morning when I was tossing and turning in my bed.
The previous post
Of course, I read the previous posts before I started this one. I’ll just quote one part from it:
Many times in my life I have felt that I am close. Don’t ask for what, because I cannot articulate it. Close to something that is good. Not to the solution. Not to the answer. To some indescribable source that many of us long for. What has always bothered me the most is that I cannot articulate what I feel close to.
Looking back at my post from eight months ago, I see that the title is mysterious and universal. I didn’t say exactly what it was about, but maybe that’s the gist of it. After all, anyone has felt like “something is lost” and wants to find it. It could be a relationship, a feeling, a period of life, or a layer of ourselves.
The title can also raise questions in the reader, for example:
- What is “something”?
- Is it possible to lose something that perhaps never really existed?
- What happens if we don’t find it, or if we find it but it has become something else?
The role of AI
As I wrote then, one morning I woke up with the idea of asking AI to rephrase the text, and that’s how the second version was born. In retrospect, this idea just came to me. It doesn’t matter where it came from.
However, it’s interesting that I examined the topic from different perspectives, even if the second perspective involved is “only” an artificial intelligence. Perhaps it’s also exciting on a meta-level that I, as a human, am looking for “something lost”, but I also ask the machine about it…
The answers of the artificial intelligence – read in retrospect – are characterized by cold precision and “external” logic. This perhaps provides a contrast to my sensitive, human search. It’s a bit like a table responding to human sadness.
A provocative question also arose in my mind: will we increasingly rely on algorithms to help us find the inner lost things?
The reader’s mirror
After looking back, we came to the thoughts we had with AI in May.
I dare to hope that the beauty of my writings is that they are not only about me, but that the reader also realizes that he or she also has “something” that he or she has lost. So the post, my posts, are not just personal confessions, but perhaps also function as a mirror from time to time.
Perhaps the search for this something can be continued with a few questions:
- What happens when we accept that that “something” cannot be found in the same form?
- How does lack become a memory, and then a compass?
- What if we didn’t seek it, but let it find us?
Sometimes we don’t know what we’ve lost, only that there’s less light coming in through the window. In my opinion, however, even just noticing that we’re looking is healing!
My mirror
This thought about the mirror was the reason for this article, it’s just an added bonus for me that today I came across answers that resonate with this article. Coincidence, right? Or is it simply about “Luck”? I still believe in “Synchronicity”… And in blessings…
A new day, a new realization. The story continues from here.
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