There are theories I have about life and the nature of things...humans being of the most interest to me. My thought today is this: timing is critical in all things. Right thing, wrong time. Wrong thing, wrong time. Right thing, right time. The worst are those things that you know are right, but they seem a little early or a little late...not dramatically so, just a tiny bit off, or those things which are ALMOST right, but arrive exactly when you expect them.
Love is like this. We find a person who plays that particular chord that we know has been missing. It even might not be the exact chord we had expected, but it's beautiful nonetheless. Maybe, in some cases we even think the dreaded thought that with practice, it will improve. We gloss over the small, not quite rights. If we are positive and hopeful, which are almost always characteristics of early love, we believe we can turn the almost into the just right.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can
understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?
Each hour, each second, each minute it brings something new and anew in it, we are. I am remembering the movie Sliding Doors, in which there are two versions of time which shunt off from each other and progress separately into two futures. Each moment of time that passes, creates a new me. Well, I am always me, but my willingness, stubborness, openess, closedness, moods, likes, dislikes, wishes, wants, expectations, all change. Suppose you meet the right person at a time when you are not open to meeting anyone new? Or what if you have your expectations set on something else, so you allow something amazing to pass you by? Maybe you were hurt and beaten down and so, in reaction, you will no longer let anyone in? Maybe you are in the healthiest of places you have ever been and you meet the opposite of you, someone in a deep, dark crevasse of their life.
The only way I know to be able to not overthink every single solitary interaction and influence in my life is to try to remain open. No, not try. If you try to be open, you are doing it wrong. To be truly open, you need to suspend judgement. You need to cancel the shoulds and shouldn'ts in your mind. You need to allow yourself to be swept away. Or, perhaps you have to just sit in the activity of not-thinking. How is a person right or wrong, how is timing right or wrong, but from our own perception and judgement of it as such?
If we do not judge the minutes as they traipse by, we can gleefully dance in them.
If we keep our expectations from being goal-oriented, plans of execution, we can free ourselves from a contrived future.
If we believe in a plan that is outside of time, does this mean that things can and will happen regardless of timing?
This is an awful lot of thinking and overthinking about timing, when the goal is to drop the stopwatch...turn off the alarms....stop staring in dread at the clock hands. Just be. Trust and be.
And here, at the end, I have refuted my first statement and title of this blog. Timing is only everything if you let it be.