A while ago, I got this beautiful WhatsApp message from my Uncle. It reads as below.
Anthony Hopkins couldn’t find a book anywhere in London. Then he sat down on a subway bench.
It was 1973. Hopkins had just landed a role in a film called “The Girl from Petrovka,” based on a novel by American journalist George Feifer.
Like any serious actor, he wanted to read the source material. He spent an entire day searching bookshops along London’s famous Charing Cross Road.
Nothing. The book wasn’t available anywhere in the UK.
Frustrated and defeated, Hopkins walked into the Leicester Square Underground station to catch a train home.
That’s when he noticed something on a bench.
Someone had left a book behind.
He picked it up. Turned it over.
“The Girl from Petrovka.”
The exact book he’d been searching for all day, abandoned on a subway bench in a city of eight million people.
Hopkins couldn’t believe it. He took it home, read it, and noticed something strange. The margins were filled with handwritten notes in red ink. Annotations. Someone had marked up this copy extensively.
He didn’t think much of it. He used the notes to help him understand his character, prepared for his role, and filed the coincidence away as one of life’s unexplainable moments.
Months later, Hopkins traveled to Vienna where the film was being shot.
One day on set, he was introduced to a visitor.
George Feifer. The author of the book.
They talked about the film, the characters, the story. Then Feifer mentioned something that made Hopkins stop cold.
“I don’t have a copy of my own book anymore,” Feifer said. “I lent my personal copy to a friend a couple of years ago. It had all my notes in the margins. He lost it somewhere in London. I’ve never seen it since.”
Hopkins felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“I found a copy,” he said slowly. “On a bench in the Underground. It has handwritten notes throughout.”
Feifer looked at him skeptically.
Hopkins retrieved the book from his things and handed it to the author.
Feifer went pale.
It was his copy. His handwriting. His annotations. The personal copy he’d lent to a friend years earlier, which had somehow ended up abandoned on a subway bench at the exact moment Anthony Hopkins, the actor who needed it most, happened to sit down beside it.
In a city of millions. Across thousands of streets. Among hundreds of tube stations.
The right book. The right bench. The right moment.
George Feifer got his lost book back. Anthony Hopkins got a story he would tell for the rest of his life.
Carl Jung called it synchronicity, the idea that meaningful coincidences aren’t random but reflect some deeper pattern in the fabric of reality.
Hopkins has always been fascinated by the concept. He’s spoken in interviews about learning to simply be amazed by life.
“I don’t know if there’s a master plan,” he once said. “But sometimes things happen that are just too perfect to explain.”
Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was just the universe having a bit of fun.
Or maybe, just maybe, some books are meant to find their readers.
And some stories are meant to be told.
Takeaway from this message?
Sometimes, in fact, on most days (speaking with an affirmative regularisation of certainty), we find our pieces in the most unexpected places. This is the divine synchronicity of our emotions and desires that find their plane on which we rise as we descend to our baseline consciousness.
A lesson for your brand? You will never arrive until you are fully there with your awareness. Chances are, things will fall in place when you truly envision something genuine to complete you. Your personal brand is built to last any tethers that fall apart, only to be consummate again by someone or something. Just keep telling your story in the most genuine way, your audience will find you wherever you are and what you create so personally and uniquely for them. Your mirror neurons will reflect in your content – which will have a meaningful synchrony with your dream clients and audience!
To more of such beautiful, meaningful synchronicities!
I love you.
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