Because I'm a spooky weirdo whose been reading tarot cards for all the lifetimes, I've seen way too many synchronicities to insult destiny by writing off energetic alignments as "coincidences".
But wait! There's more...
One of my favorite ways to look at synchronicity is to consider hurricane season.
As humans, we tend to perceive it as a seasonal occurrence, something that happens because of temperature build up, wind streams, etc.
BUT, have you ever stopped to consider the fact that it's actually happening as a ripple effect of the astroid that took out the dinosaurs?
Because I have.
I think about it all the time.
Turns out, the jurassic period had far more extreme hurricanes than we experience today. But after the astroid hit, it changed the climate of the planet, cooling it down and thus making the hurricanes we know today far less lethal.
And that, my dear sweet collection of stardust particles, is synchronicity.
Coincidence, by definition, is a concurrence of events without causal relation.
Synchronicity, on the other hand, is the occurrence of events that seem related but have no causal relation.
Same thing, different perspective.
Inferring "coincidence" means that you perceive events to be random with no relation, whereas inference of "synchronicity" means that you perceive things to be related even when they appear to be random.
In the modern world, I'd argue that most people infer through a lens of coincidence, thereby disregarding potential connections that could provide deeper meaning and motive.
But I'm not of that ilk.
My philosophy on life is that everything - from the table my laptop is currently resting upon to the cat that's resting atop my arm and causing it to go numb while I type this - is energetically connected and that events are synchronistic, not coincidental.
In perceiving reality this way, my mind leans towards emotional detachment in most circumstances because things aren't happening at me, they're happening as a result of me.
That's not to say that I think I'm living in a single-player RPG simulation where I'm controlling when, where, how, or why my "character" interacts with my environment.
Or am I...
*No. I'm not. Maybe??? ... Let's just chuck another dart up on the ole dartboard of possibilities and keep it moving.*
It means that instead of perceiving things as random acts of circumstance, I choose to see them as energetic ties to my interaction with a timeline that's been in motion for eons.
Hurricanes today aren't JUST a result of yearly weather patterns; they're the fallback of millions of years of terra forming and celestial motion within the cosmic order of universal "chaos".
But is it actually chaos?
To our wee-wittle bwains it may seem as such, but, in reality, chaos is just energy misunderstood.
In truth, what seems sporadic to us is actually causal reactions across time and space. We cannot predict the flow of universal energy any better than we can predict how our day will play out, but that doesn't mean it's "chaos" in the sense that we've defined the term.
Chaos is "complete disorder and confusion." But though universal majesty may confuse us, I don't subscribe to the narrative that the universe is disordered.
Simple enough physics shows us that the universe is one of the most ornately ordered specimens in existence. From the grandest to the most minute perspectives, the universe is rhyme and reason in motion.
So if physics can show us the truth of universal order, then why do so many people choose to adhere to coincidence instead of synchronicity?
I'll tell you why, stardust babe: because it's easier to shrug off the "randomness" of circumstances than to consider our role in its synchronistic occurrence.
Here's a fun thinker for you: remember that time you almost died? Seriously. Everyone's got at least one story of "this one time, I almost died but didn't..."
*I've got a lifetime of "near-death's" under my belt, don't tell me you can't conjure even one!*
Why do you think you survived that/those experience(s)?
Some people think it's god/gods/God what saved them.
Some people think it "wasn't their time to go".
And then there's the me's of the world, the weirdos willing to look you dead in the eyes and proclaim with a knowing that comes from the voidian beyond, "I was in the right place, at the right time, because I happened to stop and look at the flower growing through a crack in the sidewalk so the runaway horse missed me by an inch..."
If you're like me, the synchronicity what saved you isn't that you stopped and observed the crack-flower that day. It's that you were told as a child by some stranger in the park *probably a murderous stranger who didn't end up killing you-you, but definitely killed the you from parallel universe #568* that you should always stop and enjoy the flowers, no matter how small or how random, because you never know when your time will be up.
*suck it, version of me from parallel universe #568! I've outlived another one...also, ahem, thanks to the murderous fuck who didn't kill me that day. You're generosity has not gone unappreciated.*
The runaway horse what missed me only did so because some random dude in a park told me as a child to enjoy all the flowers.
THAT'S the synchronicity that saved my ass.
Not the crack-flower. But the random encounter in my childhood that I fortunately remembered when the crack-flower appeared that fated runaway-horse-day.
Long story short: life is far more interesting when you stop perceiving things as random and start perceiving them as connected.
In that way, you can start to see where your actions, big or small, yours or someone else's, are crafting the reality you inhale and exhale on a daily basis.
Toddler-level tantrum meltdown's be damned, ain't nothing stopping me from seeing things as interconnected, no matter the torments I reap.
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