I think a lot of times about the (mis)matches we have throughout life. We pass by the lives of others, they pass by ours, stay or go away, in a good manner. But often they come or leave it in a moment in life we feel it is too early, or too late. Never at the right time, because if it was the right time it would have been a different hour and they would kept staying, or have gone away leaving a sweet feeling, the feeling of being the right thing, not possible could been otherwise.
I wonder often if the (mis)matches are a part of a higher overall plan, which we call fate, if they had to be in that manner, and not otherwise, if it happens for a reason that only later we find out and understand;
or if they entirely depend on chance, on contexts that cause people to cross each other in life, and after leaving when the situation is over;
or, even, and this is where I tend to include myself, if they depend only from us, from us to challenge fate and chance and make it happen if we want to turn mismatches into matches.
Always weighing it all, considering the risks and finding out which weighs more, in the end, which worth, perhaps, more than a life.
Photos: View of Cristo Rei of Díli, East Timor... with a bird / Ataúro island seen from Díli, Timor-Leste.
Settings: Canon EOS 5D Mark III
Shutter speed 1/200 sec, at f/11, focal length 70mm, ISO 100
Shutter speed 1/1250 sec, at f/11, focal length 70mm, ISO 100