We are all ordinary, just like a speck of dust crawling in this world. It is an inadvertent wind that makes us meet, and another gust of wind that makes us scatter to other places.
Now, these two particles of dust have been washed together by a rain and turned into mud. Perhaps after the weather clears, they will weather into hard soil, and they will no longer be able to fly freely.
In that case, I would be willing to do that.