Thursday, April 23, 2015

Timing Is Everything




Timing Is Everything

Of all the things in life that seem to last, constancy in love seems one of the most resilient.

Oh, yes, I know, some relationships are disasters waiting to happen, and Lord knows why some people are attracted to one another. Other relationships, like those based on a kind of co-dependency need for companionship, last a bit longer, but in the end fizzle out almost as quickly as one of those firecrackers that shoot a ball of coloured flame into the sky.

Still, some relationships go on and on and on. I don't really think anyone knows why. Is it love? A shared interest in some aspect of life? Great sex? Who can say for sure?

I suspect there is truly an element of chance in the establishment of a lasting union between two hearts.

Timing always seems to be everything. How many times have you said to someone, "I wish I had met you when ...?"

Sometimes, I think life is a bit of a stumble game. You stumble and fall into different situations without much rhyme or reason. It's like chance and circumstance can make life good or bad, all because the timing is good or because the timing is bad.

I guess one of our greatest faults is our belief that we are always able to control the way things take place in our lives. I don't think we can. There are just too many other variables involved. You may think you chose the path you are on, but more than likely the path chose you.

Readiness is everything. All you can do is try to make sure that you're around when that special moment and that special someone crosses your path, and if and when he or she does, make sure you don't blink.

Carpe diem, right?
 








 








 
 


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