My fate…it’s blowing in the wind!

I realized one windy morning while looking out of the balcony that the ‘something’ which whizzed past my face with an angry buzz was my fate. Thankfully it was a  good day and I could quickly reach out and grab it before it could fly away.

There’s nothing more annoying than having your fate fly in your face. Okay maybe there’s something else – having your fate fly away and as you reach for it what you grab by the ends of your fingers is a piece of bad luck that got dislodged. And if that’s all that you end up getting, boy, are you in for a bad summer.

That day when I could luckily grab the entire chunk of my fate I figured that I was in for a season of power and prestige just like the polished faced people on those TV shows which meander their way across a decade. Instead I found that having your fate tightly in your sweaty palm means nothing more significant than probably an abundance of loose change when you need it most. Or maybe some meaningful one liners in your fortune cookies.

The night of the fate catching I dreamed that I was by myself on a wind-kissed, sun drenched, white sand heaven with warm seawater bubbles tickling my toes. A happiness barometer dangling nearby showed an off the chart reading. Clearly, I was in heaven. But fate was not supposed to take you to heaven. It was supposed to be on your side helping you as you charted uncertain times, I thought. And as I was thinking this I opened my fist and let go of it.

I woke up with a start. My fingers were unclenched. Damn, what had I done? I had an opportunity to hold on to my fate and here I was, fingers unclenched. Thankfully I was not too superstitious, otherwise I would’ve spent the rest of my life bemoaning my lack of fate.