How does this "thing" called Life works ?

What is the price for being in the right place at the right time ?

Does finding what you are looking for always involves losing what you have ?

How do we know when accident stops being an accident and when does coincidence turns into fate ?
These are just some of the questions going through my head right now after events that took place last night.

After years of searching for different people and different experience than what I have been having as my life ever since I came to Canada, I have finally managed to find the place populated by circle of people interesting enough to wish to see again and spiritually so familiar to make me feel like I'm at my soul-home. It felt like I stumbled into a movie or a story, you know those movies and stories that make you think: "I wish I could be there, see that with my own eyes, feel it for real".

Well, I did.

And it was amazing. So amazing that it is beyond words and I won't even bother to try to explain it. I will just play the song that found me there and told me that I am in the right place at the right time.

The door has finally opened. I have made that first step through a tiny whole in the fabric of space and time and I've found myself in another world. I was soaking in every detail of it, marveling the moment. Couple of hours passed like in a dream and then I was informed that evening is not over yet. It was midnight, the event was coming to an end and there was an afterparty.
Where?
Instead of being given an address or a name of the place, I was given a map. A map. Drawn on a piece of paper. Now how do you resist that? How do you NOT go to an afterparty of an event that just blew your mind away, showing you the world you were looking for so long?

I didn't. I went.

If I could only say that I wish I hadn't, but I can't. Not even after what happened at the end I still can't say that I would rather give away that experience to avoid what was coming.

The party can be summarized as: more interesting people, more of the fantastic music, more spontaneous behavior and more special moments to remember and reminiscent in days to come...

After the party I was going back to my car, sharing the exhilaration and joy with my companion, admiring the incredible nature of the evening that we just had. We got back to my car only to see it wounded, violated, broken into - with only one thing missing:
My GPS, jokingly known as my "girlfriend".
Value of the device (regarding how much I've paid for it) is insignificant in comparison to the value it had in functionality and help that "she" provided so many times when it was (most) needed. She took me places. She knew where we were going. She took care of things for me so that I can focus on enjoying the experience. And now she was gone.

I wasn't just robbed, I was heartbroken.

But beyond the grief of the loss I am still stuck with those questions from the beginning of this story. This is the second time that I went out in Toronto, searching for myself, and ending up being hurt by something. First I got a parking ticket after visiting the underground cinema, watching obscure movies from '60s and '70s and meeting a lot of wonderful people, and now I got this material/emotional damage that happened on the public park lot, where it was supposed to be safe.

Coincidence? Signs from above (or below)? Am I doing something wrong, going in the wrong direction? Am I supposed to sit tight in Brampton, mind only my studies and exams and stop looking for more than what I already have? Am I to stop thinking and wanting to go out, meet strange new people with crazy ideas that are involved in all sorts on "nonsense" things of no "real" value in "life"? Was this a final (second) warning telling me that this is not my way and next time it's going to be... What? Worse?

I don't know, I am probably thinking too much about it all but it is hard not to after a lifetime of looking for connections, reasons, answers, patterns... Was I supposed to lose my "real world" orientation in the metaphorical form of GPS in order to find parts of me and my life that I was looking for? Am I supposed to pay material price for spiritual gain? Or am I only imagining that I belong to these worlds that I visited last night and this is fate or something telling me to back off? Nobody can answer that so I guess I will have to wait for the episode three.

So, what is the price for being in the right place at the right time ?
I guess being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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