Someone once told me
there were always signs – signs that would have guided me had I paid attention.
I gave them the “yeah, yeah” nod and smile I often offer when I’m not totally
convinced that what I’m being told is actual and factual (isn’t that a song? J). But then, as is always the case when presented
information I hadn’t previously known or considered, I mull it over, toss it
around in my mind, seek validity if I feel its warranted and eventually reach a
conclusion.
And to further
augment the validity (or lack thereof) of this idea, I stretched it out to
cover different aspects of my life, for research can’t be singular or biased if
you want to reach a solid answer. If signs worked here, they should also work
there and everywhere.
So it was that I set
about paying attention to all the little things I had previously ignored, or so
it seemed, during my days. Now mind you, I didn’t overindulge in this latest
mind bending caper of mine (I have too many other things brewing to pay too
much attention to any one thing to be honest), but I did take note when
something happened that might give me a push in a particular direction or offer
an answer to a question I might have bouncing around in my head.
I took four separate
scenarios, as to not overwhelm myself with “everything” and looked for whatever
might guide me to take (or not take) the particular path these scenarios lived
on. I wasn’t looking for conclusions or definitive answers (those will happen
with or without signs); no, I was just looking for signs…
I didn’t write any
of it down so I can’t give you any hard numbers, but I discovered
that yes, there are signs. If you look hard enough, you see them everywhere (and
if you look really, really hard you’ll eventually get sucked into a labyrinth
of signs and become a crazed conspiracy theorist or the like). But then I had
to further consider that these signs only began to appear because I was looking
for them, which seemed conceivable, since the mind is truly capable of
anything.
So I stopped
looking, but rather just kept an eye open for any small oddities that might
occur. And I’ll be damned if they weren’t still there. Not as bright or as
often as when I was specifically looking, but there nonetheless. So okay, yes, life has signs. Whether we
listen to them or not is what determines the paths we choose to take along the
way.
Now…I can further
indulge my whimsical thoughts here and tell you that in all probability it
doesn’t really matter whether we listen or not – we end up where we end up. No matter
the choices we make, our life will be guided on the course we set for it, and
though the scenery and the characters might have altered depending on the path
we chose, we will ultimately be where we were meant to be…
…for where we are meant
to be is totally dependent on who we are…