Coincidences or much more?

I was very young when I realized everything in this universe happens for a reason. Reason is the logic that keeps everything around us churning. Time and again we call it coincidences because we are too oblivious, unaware, wrapped up in our own lives to realize how things are interconnected. How sometimes things that seem to disappoint at first actually turn out to protect us and prevent chaos in our lives and in lives of those who care about us. We dismiss instances thinking how they could possibly be connected, not realizing that we are only showing our deep ignorance. In the end whether we agree or not, our lives are the results of a scheme, a plot perhaps a romantic play or an exciting ballad that is run by someone/something. Call it fate, destiny we simply have to sit through the entire reel to truly understand its meaning.

 Over the years, I have been lucky enough to catch glimpses of seemingly innocuous occurrences and been able to connect the dots. Case in point, this week my husband and I were to go on vacation to Europe. Due to some circumstances outside of our control we were unable to travel but did not realize this until the last moment. Utterly disappointed, we made our way back home in stone cold silence. Needless to say coming back to work instead of gallivanting in Europe was brutal. Mentally, we were on that ship, sailing in the calm waters of the Mediterranean Sea which now had an empty cabin with our names on it. Fate had different plans and we were absolutely resigned to it!

This morning I came to work with a few emails sitting in my inbox from my mother in law. Apparently there had been some earthquakes that killed a few people, injured several more and destroyed a lot of buildings in and around the Mediterranean Sea region where my husband and I were supposed to be cruising. Need I say more? Further, I also found an article prophecizing about a massive earthquake in Rome on May 11, the exact day we were supposed to be there. Now I am not a stern believer of prophecies but many residents of Rome were leaving the city for the day not wanting to take any chances with their lives.

As much as I don’t question these occurrences, they still manage to blow me away.  Their explanation doesn’t fit into my mind, bound by reason and logic. But perhaps, that is my mistake. Instead of trying to decipher them, I should release them as unknown anomalies, as grateful reminders that this life is much more than I know and will ever know. No matter how hard I try, there is a path carved for me and no matter how much I want to deviate from it, the road will turn with me. I have to walk it to know where it takes me and how it ends.