Serendipity

Fate. The supposed force, or power that predetermines events. Some believe, many don’t. Those who do - trust life’s path is already set, nothing is a coincidence, and everything is part of a master plan. I am one of those people. And even though I feel we have powers of choice, I feel our life is destined. Perhaps it’s my comfort. An explanation, for happenings, that don’t otherwise make sense. Everything for a reason. Right? That is what I tell myself, but sometimes it’s still hard to trust.

Last weekend I met a person who made me believe, again, in fate. Not that I ever lost faith, but sometimes, when things aren’t always flowing as you wish they would, you get frustrated with the process. Before meeting him, for the brief time that I did, I had asked myself a question (out loud for the universe to hear). He answered the question with out even knowing there was a question to answer. And as he disappeared, into the crowd of the night, my life, my current situation, became clearer.

Even though it was only for a moment, the connection was instant. A feeling that made me pay attention -to me. And realize, wow. I really can have what I want. I just need the courage to say no to the things that aren’t fulfilling, and more importantly, declare yes, to the things that are.

And so now, as I desperately struggle to recapture that moment, in my mind, I find myself frustrated that it is over. Done. The brief butterfly that flew away and left a tiny wing to flutter. It had to be fate. Or else, I would feel really cheated from this feeling. A friend suggested, I was trying to hard. That is the problem. We hold on to keep these feelings alive and as a result, contain them. Cage the motion, instead of releasing it free into the open.

Moments (and relationships too -no matter how brief they may be) are fluid, like liquid. Yet we try to solidify them and make them concrete. When fate comes into your life, it’s to make you believe –in a person, or a feeling. But mostly, it arrives for you to believe in yourself. That it, what ever it is for you, really does exist. Unfortunately, once the moment goes away, life goes on. These amazing things happen, to us, but its still just about putting one foot in front of the other, and living the day to day. It’s kind of a hard reality to grasp when you get a taste of something fabulous, and it disappears. Or is it? Perhaps, fate is whether or not you’ve learned a lesson. And whether or not you integrate those moments in life, instead of resenting that they are over.