I saw a Doppelgänger. I am thankful to say it was not my own, for they say if you see your own Doppelgänger your death is eminently near. Instead I saw a woman who shared the same striking features of an old friend, a current acquaintance, future relationship unknown. It is fascinating to see another character sharing the same features of another who I once knew platonically-intimately. Much has changed in our relationship, and its unhindered decline is undeniably upon my conscious, I was the creator of its seeming demise. We are both happy though. I am sure she is and for that I am thankful.
Seeing her Doppelgänger made me wonder what has changed and what has remained the same. Although the other woman shared her features I know she has not shared her thoughts, experiences, and memories and as such her outwardly exterior and aesthetics, as irrationally unnerving as they are, are but a sliver of what it means to be human. My friend, for although much has changed, how I see her within my heart has not, possesses, for I believe it still holds, a strength and feisty attitude I have grown to respect and love. I wonder though what about her has changed? Through the plastic connection of Facebook I can see her smiling face and busy life intwine with the cybernetic universe we both share. Her long term boyfriend has given her the stability she so deserves and her life seems to be filled with joy.
If I came face to face with my own Doppelgänger I wonder how I would react. I have met individuals who have told me they have seen my Doppelgänger, and I have seen theirs, but I have never met someone who has met their own Doppelgänger, have had the Doppelgänger experience. It entails coming face to face with a seeming mirror image in the flesh, but more importantly, coming to look into the eyes of another human being who is eerily as perturbed by the image before them. At what point does the body and the soul depart? At what point does our image as perceived by others separate from the image perceived by ourselves? That is a question that has been studied in terms of identical twins, some who enjoy the Doppelgänger experience daily, and others who may learn of their seeming Doppelgänger many years into their lives, looking into genetically identical eyes but perhaps not a genetically identical soul.
I believe I saw my friends Doppelgänger as much out of the reality that she shared features with her as I missed her and wondered what she was experiencing and what happened to the friendship we once shared. I know that in some respect I miss her, and I hope that one day our paths will cross and that that will correlate into the rekindling of something old but new. Perhaps our relationship will be that of a crocus, one of my favourite perennial wild flowers. The crocus is reborn every year, but over the winter when the cold settles in it remains dormant. I would like to think that our relationship is in dormancy before the coldness of our strained truth, one that I accept is of my doing. As the seasons of our shared experiences change, soon spring will reappear and our vibrant and shared affection will blossom within our hearts. As summer comes along we will flower and reach for the sun and the energy that flows beneath our roots and above our spreading pedals. We will pray that fall and winter will never take away what we have and perhaps that will occur, and the frost will never come, and our happiness will be forever caught in the Doppelgänger experience.
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