The Things We Don’t Do August 20, 2010Posted by doinglaundryinheels in Around NYC, Life Lessons/Growing Up, MTA/Public Transportation, Real World, Relationships.
Why is it we do the things we don’t do?
I’m about to tell you your life story so be prepared. You’re sitting on the subway and the cutest guy ever steps on and sits down right across from you, he looks up and smiles. You burry your eyes back into your book. For the next 8 stops you play the “I’m not looking” game with each other and then you get up and you get off at your stop. You don’t stop thinking about him for the next week, you never see him again. What is it about being impulsive and daring in a situation that seems to be weaved by Fate that makes us so hesitant? Is it the mentality of “Why should I bother, I’m never going to see this person again?”…that’s how it’s always been for me. Sitting, thinking, praying that the other person will make the move, all the while they’re probably thinking the same thing.
I’m reading a great book called The Celestine Prophecy, it talks of the inexistence of coincidences, something I have always truly believed. Everything is in our life for a reason, every moment is a link in the chain to the next moment. We walk around complaining that “the one” is out there somewhere and we wish we could find them but maybe we have missed the mark? Maybe subway boy or central park girl or your waitress was the link you were supposed to clasp?
I feel like there are only two schools of thinking and you have to choose the one that’s closest to what’s in your heart. Fate gives you lemons and you make lemonade and if you don’t, the lemons disappear. Poof gone, magic! You’re given one chance to make due with what you’ve got and if you pass it by it’s gone, you’re never going to see that person again. The second way of looking at it is perhaps the one I prefer more. Things happen as they’re meant to happen in a sequential order. If you sat down on the same subway a year later and the same guy got on then it’s only emphasizing that the conversation between you two is inevitable, so put the ball into motion. Kick that thing like a 4th grader in gym class! You may score a homerun! It’s a risk but you never planned to see him again, so here’s the second chance you’re definitely never going to get again.
I don’t think there’s a right answer to this question, we could slap ourselves for the chances we don’t take but dwelling on it won’t do the world any good, no endangered species will be saved by your self inflicted stress. After pondering this entire theory for a few days, I came to the conclusion that I’m going to act more, I’m going to throw things out there and test life. The farthest you can fall is the ground and at 5’6″…I’m not really awfully tall enough to be afraid of that. Bruises on my ass can heal, I promise.