I always miss my bus going to the train station. As much as I try to be like Harold Crick, I know that after counting from 1 to 12, I’d go back to 1 and not continue on to 13. I do this unconsciously and I never found any explanation why. I am resigned to the fact that any attempt at analyzing it would only frustrate me. If I could only calculate time right, I wouldn’t have to miss busses and trains again.
You may think I am sweating the small stuff and yes, you are probably right. When I think about it, busses and trains are not the only things that we miss in our lifetime. Sadly, we miss a lot more than these. Things that are more significant. Things that are more valuable. Things that change the course of our lives. The one that got away. More sadly, when we miss it, we don’t get a second chance. Second chances do not arrive 2 minutes after the first one had left.
Saddest part is that life goes on. Sadder than saddest is that we carry these missed chances with us until our last breath. The only thing we can do to cushion the blow is to learn to be happy even in times of grief and great sadness. Find it in ourselves to hope and believe that a love lost is not lost forever. Pray that the stars will conspire to give us another shot. Hope that a time machine be invented or be Superman and turn back time. Hope that when we go back to a place, we can also go back in time. Basically, pray for that small and personal miracle to happen for us to finally have closure of a particular missed chance.
You may think I am sweating the small stuff and yes, you are probably right. When I think about it, busses and trains are not the only things that we miss in our lifetime. Sadly, we miss a lot more than these. Things that are more significant. Things that are more valuable. Things that change the course of our lives. The one that got away. More sadly, when we miss it, we don’t get a second chance. Second chances do not arrive 2 minutes after the first one had left.
Saddest part is that life goes on. Sadder than saddest is that we carry these missed chances with us until our last breath. The only thing we can do to cushion the blow is to learn to be happy even in times of grief and great sadness. Find it in ourselves to hope and believe that a love lost is not lost forever. Pray that the stars will conspire to give us another shot. Hope that a time machine be invented or be Superman and turn back time. Hope that when we go back to a place, we can also go back in time. Basically, pray for that small and personal miracle to happen for us to finally have closure of a particular missed chance.
I, too, pray for this everyday. I pray for that small miracle that will take me back in time and let me feel that old feeling once again. I guess I just need closure and nothing else. Time has been kind enough to heal me and teach me how to accept things as they are. Maybe I was not meant to be in that bus. Maybe I was not meant to be in that trip. For whatever reason, that was my fate. Yes, sometimes we have to take a defeatist stance because it is the brave thing to do.
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