On 11.11.11 I did something I had never done in an attempt to get something I never had. As I put the finishing touches on a very important letter and send it off to get edited, I now realize that it was the best mistake of my life.
They say everything happens for a reason. Sometimes I think that’s just something people say to make themselves feel better about life’s fuck-ups. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I could definitely benefit from being more theoretical. But I benefit more from facts and the fact is; timing is everything.
On a specific night I decided to watch a specific movie, and then see a specific person afterwards. The next morning I decided to do one specific thing that I had thought of doing for three years, but was always too scared to do. That resulted in a few events that brought me to where I am today as I finish up this blog. I truly believe that had I not said, “Fuck it,” that morning, I would have fucked up on a life-changing opportunity.
Do I think the stars were aligned the night before, and the sun rose specifically in my favor? No way. My mind was in the right place at the right time. Coincidence or not. Maybe when all is said and done, I’ll be able to look back and say, “Everything happened for a reason.” But until then, I’ll make shit happen myself.