You Can't Always Get what you Want
Otherwise titled: The Universe is a Slippery Fellow
About a year ago, I started praying to the Universe. At a time where Catholicism seemed a little stifling, but having no faith at all seemed aimless, this was a decent middle-ground. I figured, so long as I wasn't too direct about the entity I was putting my thoughts out to, I wouldn't run into the theological quandary of deciding exactly who or what that WAS.
I spoke to the Universe like it was a friend of mine, talking openly outside beneath the moon and the stars about my dreams, my ambitions, my day, and my desires. At first it was just to get my thoughts out there, acquaint this unknowable something with my soul and personality, build a rapport. I didn't start asking for things until a month or two later and I was surprised to find that my requests were granted.
Nothing ever came straight away, and not always in the way I expected it, but every prayer I put out was answered within two months of me asking. Trust me, I asked for some stupid stuff at first...but when I was given them, I found I didn't really want them all that much to begin with. Humbled by what felt, to me, like a spiritual response, I began doing it a lot more often...not really asking, persay, but talking...and with far more respect.
To clarify, I find meaning in a lot of things. Every person I meet, get to know, and become close to are there for a reason. Nothing is useless, nothing is wasted. I believe that so long as I do not leave any opportunity unexplored, I will not be wasting my life. So when I met this girl a few months back, I knew (as I do with all people I meet) that she had been brought into my life for a reason.
Now, we didn't meet in any traditional way...crowded bar of low murmuring pick up lines and loud conversations, or through any mutual friend at some ten person shindig. I met her online through a social site that I had joined out of a whim years ago. Honestly, I hadn't expected anything and perhaps that was why it was all so surprising. We jived on so many different wavelengths, shared stories, secrets, ambitions, creativity. Perhaps it was subconscious at first, by my heart jumped the gun (as it sometimes does), and I started developing feelings for this girl.
Now, beforehand I had asked the Universe to let me meet my Soulmate...of all the requests I made, that was the only one that hadn't been overtly acted upon. At the time, I thought this was the girl the Universe had meant for me to know.
Well, it turned out she was already in a committed relationship...and although my heart had leaped in front of that speeding car called 'foolhardy decisions', The rest of me had wisely held back from shooting myself in the foot and saying anything to suggest I liked her more than a friend.
So I saved myself the embaressment and went back to the drawing board.
At the time I was sure she had been the one...I mean, I thought she was giving me the right signs, showed the right interest...but perhaps I could have misjudged. Reflecting on it, I landed on the lesson that the Universe wanted to tell me not to be too hasty.
I'm still fairly young and so by dangling this fantastic girl in front of me and then revealing her heart tied to another, I was being told that perhaps I was looking to meet new people for the wrong reasons. She's a good friend now, and we still hit it off well, but I had honestly thought there was something more there at the time.
But I think I came away with the valuable insight that life is too short to be hung up on the 'ideal girl' or 'ideal boy' or whatever. I like people because they're fascinating. They have interesting stories, ideas, ambitions, and lives. Perhaps by looking for the possibility of a relationship because of so many similarities, I missed the big picture that a relationship is a relationship no matter how you spin it...I shouldn't be so hasty to get into the big and heavy of emotional dead-lifting...at least not without being sure where I want to exactly be.
I sometimes still wonder what it would have been like if I could have had a chance to go on a date with her...but I think a little wistful longing does a heart good...seasons a writer's mind for the dramatic and the romantic.
I'm not sure what I wanted to say with this post...other than to simply share a little snippet of my curious life. Thanks for dropping by to read it.
As always, write well and stay awesome,
-Wren |