I wish I had a few grand love stories to tell you all.
Part of me wishes that more than anything.
I imagine I have one, possibly two, stories about the ones who “got away.” To be honest, I’m not sure that I believe in that type of thing anyway. To consider that “he” got “left” “back there somewhere” would negate the fact that I am present in this moment and that I am happy here. As it is, I’ve always spent a lot of time wishing, praying, and aspiring to be “better” than I was yesterday.
I have every intention of being here now, and finding contentment here. Maybe, just maybe, I won’t find anything at all here, and I intend to be ok with that. I wonder about this attachment to “stuff” and outcomes, and wishes that have run rampant in my life over the years. Maybe I have no other reason to be here than to be here. Maybe, just maybe, this is not about what this moment has to offer me, but rather what I have to offer this moment.
If you’re wondering what the fuck I am babbling about, I will give you an example: Do you have that one person who just never seems to leave you alone? They’re always around, on the fringes, fucking with your days and your awareness. Maybe, if you’re like me, you look to the heavens in exasperation and angrily ask “Why do you keep doing this to me?!” as if you are being punished somehow.
Let’s consider that perhaps the Universe has no intention of punishing you at all? Suppose your purpose is to teach this person something, about anything at all? Maybe it’s love, or acceptance, or there is something in your life and in your story that this person needs and you are nothing more than the messenger. They will keep appearing until you’ve delivered your message.
Things changed when I realized this simple little truth: Life is not always about what is being done to me.
MISTER WILLIAM REILLY 