“There’s just so many people in the world we are bound to meet. Whether we meet them while we’re waiting for the 7 o’clock Bart ride to Downtown San Francisco or at a local Starbucks while waiting for our daily Grande Caramel Frappuccino, maybe ten, maybe close to twenty, we’ll see new faces on a daily basis. There are the ones that we just say a simple, “Hello” to, ones we become long term friends with, ones we build an intimate relationship with and of course, ones that just get away.
The ones that get away? Well yeah, those ones. Perhaps, we might already know this person who got away or this person is one we have yet to meet. And come to think of it, he or she just might be the best possible and most ideal individual that we envisioned to love and care about. You know, the one where everything is perfect, but nevertheless, the timing just might not have been well, perfect. Because somehow, somewhat, we realize that the hand we were dealt was the hand difficult, and worse, impossible to play with. So we just let them be - the person who got away.
They say, “Life is all about timing”. The right time to hit the baseball with the bat, the right time to say the punch line, the right time to shoot a perfect subject for a portrait. Yes, life is all about the perfect timing. And you see? Finding the right one requires the right time as well. ‘Cause let’s face it, we’re not in our teens anymore, and there’s just no more time left to waste on the wrong ones.
How often do we go through our daily lives without being aware of it? If we’re not ready, we just won’t be ready now or ten minutes later. And what’s more, we can’t just force ourselves into being in something we can’t devote our hundred and one percent to. The little arguments. The little disagreements. The things that eventually lead to the end of the road. And it might not be us, and it might not be them. It’s not you, nor him. It’s probably just the time. The time just might not be good for one another.
Sometimes, we tend to think we’ve got everything all figured out. When it should happen, how it should happen, who it should happen with. And sometimes we tend to wonder why we think about certain things that we could have waited for to do and things we should have done a long time ago. We sometimes wonder if it would be any different if waited to mature a little bit more or wished to do all the things we should have done when we were a little bit younger.
But as both sad and rewarding as it is, life tends to have a funny way of throwing a curve ball at us, a funny way of us choking on our own spit as we say the punch line, a funny way of accidentally “turning off” the lights as we snap to take a picture.
Perfect, just perfect.
So when the day comes and we are slowly putting the pieces together, and we finally figured ourselves out, and we know and we are sure of what we exactly want and desire, and we are confident enough not to only devote one hundred and one, but one hundred and two percent of time and emotion to the “one”. The one and only one, the one who might just be the one, the one who we want to be the one, well that one might have been the one who got away.
Life is all about perfect timing, they say. And there’s a perfect explanation why that person was standing on the platform at 6:55 in the morning, waiting for the same train. There’s a perfect explanation why that person is going on their caffeine run at the same exact Starbucks, the same exact city, and the same exact time we were. It’s all about timing. What if that person is actually “the one”?
I know we might often think that maybe we already missed that moment, or it’s too late, or we ran out of time - well, truth is, how do we know that? How do we know that we aren’t meant to be there at that exact place and time? We are always fearful that our ship is not going to come, or if it does, it already left us. But how do we know there’s not another one coming when the time is right. I guess, when that time comes, somehow, somewhat, things will just fall into places altogether. To each their own.
It won’t come a minute sooner, nor an hour later. Perfectly, it’ll just… come.”
- Carmela David (September 2010)
nicely written.
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