All cultures have pondered what it is that governs the individual path of each person, and among them many have conceived an astronomical thread that predicts their paths. Think of the Moirai of the Greeks, who hold a thread of gold for each person on earth and cut it suddenly when his or her death is due, or in the thread, also red by the way, of the Cabala which connects the believers to the holy land of Jerusalem. It’s logical to think that if life is conceived as a great text (from the Latin textus: knitting, connection), the strings are the main material of men to rasterize their daily lives. To “lose the thread” is now a universal expression to refer to practical or even existential deviation.
Thus, the legend of the red thread tells us that within the labyrinth of encounters and shared stories there is a predesigned and perfect path, a scarlet string which, like that of Ariadne, connects us with our irrevocable destination placed at the edge of another string that will also lead to us.
Taken from https://www.faena.com/aleph/the-legend-of-the-red-string-of-japan
@sree251 I don’t know. I guess it’s like they say, people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I think that god is there when you meet, so everyone meets for a reason, kind of similar to a red string of fate. I’m still waiting on “the one”, I guess. I thought that I’d already met them before.
