Advice to a stranger (part 2)

I recently saw a quote, “The more you find yourself, the more friends you lose.”

At first I thought, well, I guess that makes sense if you find yourself and turns our you’re kind of a jerk.

But maybe when you find yourself, it’s not a change, a metamorphosis, it’s a simply a revelation. You were there all along, it just took some chipping to find you in the marble block.

Once you figure out where you are and what you are, you can’t look at everything the same. The people you loved existed in a different world, one where you were still unhewn, yet to be discovered within the stone.

It’s not a qualitative comparison, they aren’t good, you aren’t bad or vice versa. You simply don’t fit together.

And don’t mourn this. We will all eventually see who we are. And we will all find people who fit. I know you’re living in a life in a way like you’re on the cusp of something, and it is.

The artist has begun, and you’re so close to being a masterpiece.

Death to fate

I have a friend that believes that universe will give you what you are meant to have. Everything that happens, happens for a reason.

I don’t think that’s true.

I don’t believe in a universe that arbitrarily grants wishes or denies them based on what? Who decides if you deserve something?

I suppose the answer for many would be God, but the universe is a big place and God doesn’t seem like the micromanaging type. He probably has a hand in big events that change the tides of humanity, but I doubt he parcels out happiness and disappointment to every single sentient being.

It’s a far less kinder truth to acknowledge that you don’t always get what you deserve, I don’t think time and space and the ever expanding borders of everything that exists, are concerned with the concept of “fairness”.

One of John Green’s lines that have always stuck with me is, “the universe is not a wish granting factory”. It doesn’t owe us anything. We’ve become far too presumptuous, expecting things to work out and be okay just because we fall into a category vaguely defined as a “good person”.

“I’m a good person, why did this happen to me?”

Random, unfortunate things will happen and yeah, that really sucks, dude. But I don’t think we need to look for meaning and significance in every bad day, every job lost, every heartbreak. Sometimes, it isn’t our fault. But I truly believe that the universe is not the one that decides your fate, your future, your happiness. You do. You are the only person that owes yourself anything.