The Magic of Coincidence

We call them coincidences.

But what if they’re something more?

A whisper from the universe,

a wink from the divine,

a thread of light weaving through the fabric of our days.

Coincidence is not chaos.

It’s choreography.

A moment that arrives too perfectly to be random,

too personal to be dismissed.

It’s the phone call after the dream,

the stranger who says the exact words you needed,

the déjà vu that feels like a memory

you haven’t lived yet.

Science may shrug.

But the soul knows.

These moments shimmer with meaning,

even if we can’t name it.

They remind us we are seen,

known,

loved by something vast and intimate.

We are not just observers.

We are participants in a dance

between the visible and the invisible.

And every time we say,

“That was a close call,”

we are brushing against the edge of something holy.

So pay attention.

Not to prove it.

But to feel it.

To let the magic in.

To remember that coincidence

is the language of a creator

who speaks in symbols,

and always knows

exactly where to find you.