Coincidences Aren't Real - and Deep Down, You Already Knew That

You've felt it before. You think about someone and they text you within the hour. You ask the universe for a sign and the next song on shuffle answers you back. You tell yourself it's nothing it's just timing, just chance, just your brain looking for patterns...

But here's the thing about that little voice that says "that's weird" every time it happens: it's not wrong. It's just been waiting for you to stop explaining it away.

I used to think these instances were just a bunch of coincidences.

But the older I get, the more I believe it isn’t random at all. What if life is a dialogue, and the universe is the kind of conversationalist who prefers subtle hints over grand gestures?

The universe doesn’t use words.  It gives you signs.

It doesn’t speak English (or any language you’d find on Duolingo).

It speaks in patterns and reoccurring themes, faces that reappear, or phrases that repeat across strangers’ mouths.

Once, I was stuck in a job that looked good on paper but made my chest feel heavy every time I turned on my computer. I kept telling myself, “I need a sign if this is worth it.”

That week, three different people (totally unrelated) told me about quitting something that no longer fit. Same words, same tone: “I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

Coincidence? Probably. But maybe not.

Because the moment I listened - and I mean REALLY listened - life started rearranging itself. New opportunities and new ideas appeared like puzzle pieces that had been sitting there all along, waiting for me to notice.

The problem is, most of us don’t let the universe finish its sentences.

We’re constantly interrupting. And we’re constantly doubting. And let’s not forget about the endless doom scrolling.

We get that quiet gut feeling and immediately bury it under logic, fear, or a “maybe later”.

It’s like talking to a friend who’s trying to tell you something important while you’re half listening, already drafting your next reply. Eventually, they stop bothering.

I think the universe works the same way.

If you keep ignoring its whispers, it starts raising its voice - through detours, delays,  or heartbreaks until it gets your attention.

Listening to the Universe is a kind of devotion.

No one teaches us how to listen to the universe. We’re taught how to plan, manifest, or achieve, but not how to receive.

Listening means noticing what keeps repeating. What drains you versus what quietly lights you up.  It means accepting that not everything is meant to make sense right away.

When something feels off, it usually is. When something feels aligned, it usually unfolds with eerie ease.

Those are messages too.

What questions should we start asking?

If every event, person, or challenge is part of an ongoing conversation with the universe, what are we being asked to learn right now?

Are we showing up to listen?

It’s possible the universe is already mid-sentence.

It’s not waiting to speak, it’s been talking this whole time, in a language we forgot how to hear.

I’m not saying you have to decode every sign or turn every coincidence into a prophecy.  All I’m saying is, slow down enough to notice the rhythm of things.

Because maybe life isn’t a series of random events to survive or control, maybe it’s just a conversation.

And the next time something strange, small, or serendipitous happens, you could just smile and say, “ I heard you.”

Sookie Xx