Waiting to Happen

I hate saying the phrase, “I’ve been thinking more than usual,” because that shit is kind of excessive. I’m already going 100 miles per hour in my mind, but I guess it just feels like I’ve been going overtime on the overtime.

It’s crazy to think, though. Everything that has happened to me, to all of us, was waiting for it to happen our entire life. From the day you were born, everything that you’ve experienced was meant to be. There are people in my life I had only a slight chance of meeting, but I met them anyways. We have been just a decision away from making a completely different choice, and in hindsight, it seems like it could’ve been so easy to have made a turn in our destiny. The reality is that we never had that much control of our life, to begin with.

Just thinking about that gives me chills. It always sounds so fucking cliche to hear that everyone that comes into your life is either a lesson or a blessing, but it’s the most real shit that could ever be said. Just thinking about the chances of me pulling up a chair for the one person who would impact my life for the rest of my life, all it took was that one decision. I never had a chance, whether it be that chair or a door, later on, it was going to happen, and it happened in that timespan as it should.

I guess the reason I’m bringing it up now is that I feel like I’ve been in control over more things in my life, and that isn’t true. Sure, I wake up and do hard work, and I get to see results, but this is all a part of the plan that ultimately is none of my business. My role is to be as kind to others as I can along the way, plus have fun. It’s an excellent reminder to take all of this random pressure off of me. It’s time.