We human are so keen on looking for meaning to our existence, aren’t we? We try hard to make sense of everything. The problem is our "equipment" looks quite limited to explain everything sensibly or say rationally. Some things apparently are meant to remain mysterious. Or do we just call everything that we don't understand mysterious? And why should mystery exist? To make life more interesting?
That Friday morning in the Seminary I read Kompas Minggu. I saw a short story by Ayu Utami (I forgot the title) but I saw a line below the title saying “Untuk Bona dan Weni”. The story was dedicated to them. Aha, I know them. It must be them. It must be that Bona and Weni. I bet there aren’t many couples whose names are Bona and Weni. So I told Fr Tromp that I know these people. Wow, isn’t it awesome to have a short story dedicated for you in Kompas Minggu? But he wasn’t so impressed since he didn’t know who Ayu Utami was. Well ...
That was 7 am. I then went into the class teaching. At 9 am, my cellphone was ringing. I didn’t pick it up because I was still in the class. It was a new number. At 1pm I called the number back. It was Weni!! Gosh, what a surprise! We haven’t contacted each other for almost a year and suddenly she contacted me two hours after I saw her name in Kompas. I told her about the short story. Yeah, it was their wedding gift from Ayu Utami. They just got married on April 4.
A coincidence? Well, we haven’t contacted each other for almost 9 months. So, what is the odd that she called me two hours after I saw and thought of her? Perhaps it’s a sheer coincidence. But I’d like to believe it as a synchronicity, a meaningful coincidence though I didn't know what exactly it meant ;-). But it had given me a little break from the “rational” explanation of reality. A nice little coincidence!
