The World Behind The World

I live in more complex a reality than most people are capable of understanding, let alone acknowledging the existence of without severely shaking their faith in their own reality.

First and foremost, the matter of coincidence. I don't believe in coincidences; if something happens, then it happens for a reason. True, there are other people who have put a name to this phenomenon- be it Fate or God, it 'controls' us in an inescapable, inexplicable and impossible manner... But I don't believe that we're controlled by it, nor do I believe that it's an immortal, sentient being or consciousness pulling the strings of we puppets upon this momentary stage with all of its razzle-dazzle. In my belief, all facets of human interaction are subtly directed by the human subconscious, which itself is a metaphysical collection of the minds of humans from every plane of existence and every moment in time, both past and present.
On a day-to-day basis, most people would find this philosophy to be rather... unimportant. "Hurray," the average man would say; "We're being directed by an all-knowing amalgamation of subconscious thought. Well, that's all fine and dandy- but how's that going to help me any?"
To be perfectly honest, it wouldn't help the average man or woman in their day-to-day lives. It's a rather unimportant revelation which most people would find utterly useless. But for some people, the knowledge that there is indeed a reason behind the enigmas is reason enough to continue on, and for still others who are capable of tapping into the primordial strands in their mind, this epiphany grants them untold understanding, the ability to decipher the links and understand the reasons.

In essence, this is the portion of my reality which seems to be most prevalent at the moment. I keep asking myself, "Why now?" Why now has John decided not to let me know what's happening? Why now do I seem to be graced with such insurmountable odds and cursed with such glorious blessings? Why now, after almost four years, do I truly care about another human being- nonetheless one who's fifteen-hundred miles away?
Why now?