Have you ever sat down and pondered, "Why me, Universe? Why?" Well, dear reader, I'm here to tell you that you're not alone. Join the club! We meet every Thursday at the 'Bar of Broken Dreams' for two-for-one special on draft disappointment. It's a hoot, really!
You see, life is this giant cosmic comedy show, and I, my friend, am the universe’s favourite punchline. But instead of taking it personally, I've adopted a fresh perspective. Think of the universe as this cosmic GPS. You've punched in your dream destination, but along the way, the system keeps recalculating your route.
My life had been a series of bold, flashing signs screaming, "REJECTED. Like an insufferable game show host who takes a perverse joy in slamming doors shut. "Door number one? Denied! Door number two? Rejected! Door number three? Nice try, buddy, but that's a no-go too!" You get the picture. I've seen more closed doors than a doorman at a posh hotel. At one point, I considered hiring a locksmith.
But then it hit me! Those slammed doors were the universe's way of steering me clear of disaster. Akin to me, as a doting aunt, stopping my curious 3-year-old nephew from opening that one door that leads to the treacherous stairs. As it turns out, the universe was playing the part of an overprotective aunt, just like me.
When I was up to my neck in failures, I couldn't help but question the cosmic plan. Was there a grand finale waiting for me, or was I just part of some elaborate blooper reel?
Every setback felt like the universe was giving me a tough love pep-talk. "Hold on, dear. We're not there yet. Keep going," it would whisper as it yanked another opportunity from my grasp. And boy, did it hurt. But as the saying goes, 'no pain, no gain.'
And as what they say, "What doesn’t kill you gives you a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and a really dark sense of humor." So, I clung onto the hope that the end game would justify this convoluted cosmic journey. That at the end of it all, the grand reward would be worth the hurdles. That one day I'd be sipping mojitos on the beach, laughing at my trials and tribulations. You know, like those Instagram influencers with their #Blessed and #Grateful posts.
And guess what? The universe didn't disappoint. It brought me here, to a place I hadn't imagined but is better than anything I'd envisioned. And, in hindsight, every rejection seems like a breadcrumb that led me to this spot. It's the cosmic GPS at its best.
Sure, there are roadblocks ahead, a few more closed doors, no doubt. But each time I come across one, I'll remember this story, my journey. And it will be the nudge I need to keep going, to trust in the universe’s peculiar sense of direction. Because, as it turns out, rejections are just the universe’s quirky way of saying, “This way, please.”
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