gut feelings and tug feelings

​"I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I,
and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.
If not, it can't be helped."
 
It was in college I first came across this passage by Fritz Perls. Obviously, the thing about it that had most appealed to me then was that last line: if not, it can't be helped. The damn thing had a delightfully dismissive timbre to it; a timbre affordable only to the arrogance of youth.
 
Incidentally, I happened to stumble upon the same passage last evening. This time, however, the phrase that held my attention was a different one. I simply couldn't bring myself to proceed past the beauty of 'if by chance we find each other'. Must be age I guess. I mean, what else can explain this sudden profusion in bonhomie and acceptance?
 
I think as we traverse that broad and nebulous border between youth and middle-age, many of us inadvertently end-up exchanging some of our baggage. Then sometimes, when we've walked far enough from that border, a chance tug from the other side makes us aware of the swap. Indeed, it was such a tug that I felt last evening.
 
I think if Gulzar were to paraphrase, he would say something like...
कल रात सुना है सरहद पर फिर चली है गोली,
कल रात सरहद पर झुर्रियों का फिर हिसाब हुआ है।