Invitation to a conversation, to a birthday party, to a dinner with the family; as a friend, as a guest, as the close ones we attend different functions, bringing different memories to us and the others. There are times where invitations are delivered through the people involved or, cards and emails. Certainly, we may be the invited and also, the inviters; in the sense of we invite the others or, we invite ourselves without the need of people sending the invitations to us. We have met different people, in different timing and situations in life, where it can be denoted as we are invited into their lives, when ours clash with theirs. Sometimes wonder who first sent out the invitation, which is pretty hard to tell. We have been told that, or perhaps, we have been saying that fate brings us together, with the aid of time and also, us. Recalling the days we first attend some classes, where we know no one else but ourselves and that is when we either approach the others or, waiting to be approached. There can be the situations where both parties meet and the relationship blossoms, be it friendship or partnership; where they welcome each other into their lives in the same time, though the occurrence is a rare sight. We invite ourselves to join, to stay and to leave, be it the lives of others, or the lives of our own; others invite us to merge, to bond and to break, be it theirs or ours; time and fate send us the invitations, be it pairing us with the right person or the other way round. All of that, only the destiny can tells, after we’ve received the invitations of life.
