I accept that certain events and people are inevitable to eventually enter into my life....based on what criteria? I'm not wise, old or experienced enough to answer this....but I've come to realize that some things are eventually inevitable because of the way things are laid out. Our attitude, our habits, our routine, our decisions, our knowledge, our experience....or sometimes we have no choice but to call it Our Life.
Although some things are inevitable....how we embrace it, how we perceive it, how we accept it, MAY possibly re-direct the outcome....maybe not. Maybe the outcome of it would still be tragic, still gut-wrenching, still amazing, still unforgettable, still collapsing, still.....inevitable. But would we be who we are without any of the inevitabilities? Without them, would we make the decisions we make before, now and later?
Do I wake up routinely each morning with blurry eyes on a restless night of sleep? Only feeling the headache, the ache of the body, the riling of my thoughts and emotions?
Or do I see through my eyes that the moon and Jupiter has come together for their date again? Am I grateful for being able to see the miraculous blending of a painter's most desired palette of the white into the yellow of the soon to be rising sun...into a mild orange, into the softest pink and then it amazingly unites into the blue of the morning skies.
When I gently touch my thumb to my pointer finger....can I feel it? Just that moment of sensation liken to when you lay your fingers on the black and white keys....the notes flow out....those who listen to it with ears will hear a piece of music so arduously created, written and manifested. Those who listen to it with the heart will feel you in all the notes.
The touch is so light....so gentle....just like the thumb and the pointer finger...just like a dragonfly landing for a split second on the surface of the water...and then immediately takes flight again. It is brief....almost non-existent if attention was not paid....but the sensation....the ripples left behind flows openly, flows widely, flows continuously.
Do I only taste the unique flavors of the ingredients? Or do I taste the flavors of love, care and effort in a dish, in a meal?
Was I always destined?