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And I said that the thing that upsets me most about the single/dating industry (of which, I realize, I’m kinda a part of) is that for all of the advice and books and how-tos, you seldom read/see anyone talking about luck. Lots of stuff about recognizing your past mistakes, breaking old patterns, being positive, focusing on what you want… none of which is bad advice. But it’s pretty much unheard of to click on some relationship-advice-givers link and see, Sometimes it’s just about luck. Or something to that effect.I know couples who’ve met in airports. I met the first great love of my life in a hotel lobby. Every day there are people who meet their future mates on airplanes, trains, buses. Luck. Luck. It’s a big world. Huge. And we humans are complicated creatures. I don’t know why I fell in love, all of those years ago, with the totally inappropriate stranger in that hotel lobby (although I’m sure there are many, many people who’d like to posit theories). And I have no idea why he fell in love with me. I just know that we did. That we had an instant connection of the type I’ve seldom felt since. If my timing were different, by just 5 or 10 minutes, he and I never would have met. And a big chunk of my adult life might have worked out differently. But my timing wasn’t different. I was sitting in exactly the right place at exactly the right time to meet him… Things worked out the way they did. About which I’m neither happy or sad. I figure it all happened the way it did for a reason. Luck. I know there are people who don’t believe in luck. Who believe that we attract good things to ourselves (with positive energy, or something like that). I respectfully think that’s a load of shite.
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