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Destiny is a controversial issue that has recently been going through my mind.
The other day I drove by an old lady holding up traffic by taking extra precaution to turn into the bank parking lot by coming to a complete stop, then turning with (if possible) even more caution to make sure she stayed on her side of the freed space.
Although irritated myself, my conscience, with it being an older lady, broke through and I pass her by with a gentle smile and a ‘no worries’ wave.
I go about my way just half a mile up ahead to be postponed again by a car going 35 miles an hour entering freeway traffic. Being a very inpatient person I dash around it at the earliest moment then gaze into the car preparing a pretty unpleasant face, then I suddenly lighten up at the sight of an old man driving with a concentrated look on his face and mouth hanging wide open at the, I’m sure, overwhelming honks and hand signals directed towards him.
Heh, it’s funny…the thought of mine was “What a perfect match.”
I doubt that these two people will ever met, but the situation sent off my mind into a whole new exploration of ideas, stories, and faith.
One perfect fit, out of the entire world…
I don’t think it is impossible to love more than one person. Different people offer different qualities that others lack. I don’t think one person will fit the same through somebody else’s entire life, through growing, through experiences, through pain and other powerful emotions. I am not who I was last year, I don’t look for the same qualities, I don’t hold the same standards. I believe it is all about timing, and what stage is in process. So to pride the motto that destiny believers hold just doesn’t make sense anymore to me. I have lost my faith in destiny finding me my love. I don’t think I have a perfect match just waiting for me, because I don’t think any relationship is perfect. I realized recently that I had this expectation that whenever I found the man meant for me everything would fall into place, but going through my previous relationship I understand that a relationship is based on effort and compromise, that there will always be little kinks.
I use to hold my hope high at the thought that nothing really mattered because destiny will take over sooner or later, so now I am in this lost feeling that comes from, I guess, accepting something that always made me feel secure.
The other day I drove by an old lady holding up traffic by taking extra precaution to turn into the bank parking lot by coming to a complete stop, then turning with (if possible) even more caution to make sure she stayed on her side of the freed space.
Although irritated myself, my conscience, with it being an older lady, broke through and I pass her by with a gentle smile and a ‘no worries’ wave.
I go about my way just half a mile up ahead to be postponed again by a car going 35 miles an hour entering freeway traffic. Being a very inpatient person I dash around it at the earliest moment then gaze into the car preparing a pretty unpleasant face, then I suddenly lighten up at the sight of an old man driving with a concentrated look on his face and mouth hanging wide open at the, I’m sure, overwhelming honks and hand signals directed towards him.
Heh, it’s funny…the thought of mine was “What a perfect match.”
I doubt that these two people will ever met, but the situation sent off my mind into a whole new exploration of ideas, stories, and faith.
One perfect fit, out of the entire world…
I don’t think it is impossible to love more than one person. Different people offer different qualities that others lack. I don’t think one person will fit the same through somebody else’s entire life, through growing, through experiences, through pain and other powerful emotions. I am not who I was last year, I don’t look for the same qualities, I don’t hold the same standards. I believe it is all about timing, and what stage is in process. So to pride the motto that destiny believers hold just doesn’t make sense anymore to me. I have lost my faith in destiny finding me my love. I don’t think I have a perfect match just waiting for me, because I don’t think any relationship is perfect. I realized recently that I had this expectation that whenever I found the man meant for me everything would fall into place, but going through my previous relationship I understand that a relationship is based on effort and compromise, that there will always be little kinks.
I use to hold my hope high at the thought that nothing really mattered because destiny will take over sooner or later, so now I am in this lost feeling that comes from, I guess, accepting something that always made me feel secure.