Today I had a good conversation with an even better friend.
It was over the phone and, because I was on a train, there were times when I only heard about every third or so word. But I could tell the gist of it was happy, and so I was over the moon for the girl.
And without going into detail, I will simply say this. Wait for what you want. Whatever that is. Don’t you dare settle; not now, not when you’ve been holding it in your heart like it’s the only X that marks the spot there is.
Here are some things that are true: we are this fantastic juxtaposition of control and helplessness.
We are helpless against, well, a lot. Helpless to make anyone other than ourselves feel or do anything. Helpless to prevent the rain. Helpless concerning our height and the color of our eyes and the family in which we are born.
There’s good news. We are in absolute control of the choices of the one person who has the most profound effect on our lives: ourselves And it’s amazing how infinitely our choices effect the daily fabric of our lives.
My friend, she’s waited for what some would call a long time to meet someone special. And yet she did not live her life like she was simply waiting. She lived her life like she’s alive. She worked and created and loved people and celebrated and hoped and prayed and felt many many things and didn’t need anyone to rescue her from an abject or miserable life, because–though she was wanting something more–her life was anything but miserable and abject.
Just the opposite, really, as it was beautiful.
As it IS beautiful.
She made choices along the way so that, when that something more showed up, she was ready for a healthy and sweet relationship. Not a rescue. Because there was nothing to be rescued from–she was doing well.
She is doing well.
Actively anticipate your dreams, yes. But your dream will most likely not be an about face for your life; it will probably be the culmination of all the little choices you made yesterday and a year ago and the choices you will make tomorrow, as well.
It’s weighty stuff, being alive, I know. So full of potential and hope and dreams realized and, yes, sadness–but perhaps the sadness helps us understand the joy a little better when it comes. Certainly it helps us to appreciate it better.
Anyway, I just wanted to remind you all to hold on.
The dawn comes just after the darkest hour of the night, is what I’ve been told.
And it doesn’t hurt that I’ve seen it once or twice now, too.