It’s happened to most of us. Someone says “hey, anyone ever told you you look like random famous person?”. Or their friend, Dave?
Sometimes the resemblance is superficial, or imagined. Or not there at all. How many different haircuts are there, really?
And it happens the other way around, of course. We see someone who triggers a memory of a friend, or acquaintance, or that cashier at the grocery store that we sort of remember.
This week I was watching TV, as one does. Or, more precisely, old movies on my TiVo, and binge watching a series on Netflix. As one does. What else would one do during the holiday season, right?
I do a little amateur acting from time to time, and go to plays regularly (and of course think “huh, I could have played that part better”), and wonder about the acting and directing choices. I may be more aware of how people move and express themselves than others might be. Or not.
And twice I found myself suddenly being reminded of a close friend of mine. (Well, maybe not quite so close anymore.)
Facial structure, height, size, stature, attitude, vocabulary, hair style. Movement, stance, grace, interactions.
Of course, I could just be imagining things. Wouldn’t be the first time.
I like to think I’m a rational, thoughtful person, and that I take the world as it appears, looking for science and evidence, and believing the most obvious and likely things about this little world of ours.
But there sure is a part of me that wants to believe in something more. That sometimes coincidences are more than just coincidences, that sometimes there is meaning in things that happen, that sometimes there might be more to this world than meets the eye.
I’ve said it before: it’s hard to live without hope. Believing that there is something more to this world is just another form of hope.