It’s been a while since I sat down
and wrote much of anything worth while or worth reading. Mostly just cataloging
what’s been happening to me, and while it absorbs most of my energy to think
about these things, they are neither new nor unique in the spectrum of human
emotion. And while I’m not entirely certain that anything I put on this page,
or the page after, or the many pages that will most likely follow will break
the pattern of my own literary monotony, I’m in the mood to write something
with a little more depth than a description of Austrian food or the ins and
outs of not speaking the language in the country you’re currently living in. I
think what I would rather talk about are those sudden and electric connections
we feel with the right people at the right time.
I’m not entirely certain where I
stand on the big questions like God and the afterlife, and while I certainly
believe there is something larger and greater than ourselves, I don’t think for
the life of me I could describe it, much less name it. If I tried, I think it
would be one of those things where everyone reading it would say, “Yes, that’s
what I believe too!” and then insist that I am Christian, or Buddhist, or
Hindu, or Jewish, or Panthesist, or Agnostic or any other religious affiliation
I might run into, and I just haven’t realized it until now. And quite frankly,
I think I would disagree with all of them on the principle that if I have no
desire to name (and thus pigeon hole – the act of description is by its very
nature exclusive more than inclusive) my mostly unformed beliefs,
I would prefer it if they respected that and left well enough alone. After all,
I don’t listen to a Hindu describe his beliefs and insist he’s actually Jewish
or what have you. But in addition to a vague belief that the greatest good and
greatest evil really stem from our inherent humanity rather than a big white
bearded man or something below the surface of the earth with too many arms, I
do believe there are things in this life that are supposed to happen to us, and
most usually other people are the instruments through which those things
happen.
From my own life, just in the last
fourish years, I have a quick string of examples. My freshman year I went to
Gonzaga University where I was bullied by a small little girl who was enabled
by a handful of people too scared to stop her (myself included, sadly), and if
that hadn’t happened I wouldn’t have wanted to transfer schools, which led me
to DU. If I hadn’t been at DU, I wouldn’t have taken a Russian class which inevitably
led me to two of my best friends who have taught me that I am interesting and
charming, sometimes despite my own best efforts, not to mention the other
myriad of fascinating people I spent two years studying with. I also wouldn’t
have met Alexa, who in addition to being another of my best friends, has taught
me that we get to choose the way we look at life and that makes all the
difference. I also wouldn’t have ended up living with four strangers, two of
whom became my Ambiguously Gay Duo, who have taught me to occasionally pull the
stick out of my own ass and have fun. If I hadn’t been living in that
neighborhood, I wouldn’t have found an extra family in the Brainerds,
especially Claire. And most importantly (in this moment, at least) I wouldn’t have
ended up in Prague, where I have flourished. In the short time I’ve been here,
I’ve learned not to dig my feet in over things I haven’t given a chance yet,
I’ve learned to let people in more easily, and most importantly I’ve learned to
stop hating myself and rather to love the person I am and the person I have the
capacity to become. And I could certainly pinpoint those changes on a
particular person, the same way I’ve attributed growth to Robert, Tyler, Alexa,
Garret, and Alex, but I think to do so would make him blush. But this leads me
to what I actually wanted to talk about.
Do you ever wonder if the people in
this life that end up being most important to us are coincidences? Or do you
think that certain souls will pull at each other over time and space the same
way strong enough magnets pull at each other no matter what you put between
them? The pragmatist in me wants to say it’s the first one – of all the
millions of people on this earth, and the thousands you meet in only a year,
much less your whole life, its statistically inevitable that you will find a
handful of people who will have irreversible effects on you, for good and for
ill. But the romanticist in me just cannot accept that. I just can’t,
especially given what’s happened – who’s
happened – to me in Prague. And what about those people who change you
irreversibly and then slip out of your life forever? Less like magnets and more
like lightning, but even that’s a bad metaphor because lightning is random and
how can something like being bullied into a happier life be random? How can a connection so intense
and instantaneous that you felt it after an hour – an hour!– be random?
There are people in my life who have had such a steadfast influence in my life,
it’s easy to say they aren’t random presences – my mother, for one; Lizzy, for
another. There are newer people - Robert, Tyler, Alexa, Garret, Alex, just to
use pre-established examples – who came into my life slowly enough that I can
still probably assert they weren’t random either. But even with these two
groups – new and old – I will accept arguments that they are random. They are,
truthfully, the fruits of a seemingly random string of events. Any change in my
mother’s life, and who’s to say I would have been born to her, or born at all.
I wouldn’t have met Lizzy if we hadn’t been grocery shopping in the wrong
store, and I still don’t know why we were there instead of our local grocery
chain. I’ve already gone over the weird singularity that brought me to meet the
five above, which never would have happened if I’d had the stones to stand up
to a small school bully, or if someone else had called her on her bullshit. But
this Prague thing… logically, it has to be random. There are whole different continents I could be studying on, and
even on this continent there are thousands of cities I could be in instead, and
then in this city there are other schools and programs I could have chosen. And
that’s just on my side, just think about all the thousand different choices the
particular person I’m talking about could have made that would have changed
where and who he is now. It certainly wouldn’t be fair to think of him as a
static entity when I’m not one myself. This whole thing has to be the cosmic
result of a million little things randomly lining up. But… no. How do you
statistically explain away any of this: I never considered anywhere but Europe,
and I was going to go to Glasgow but at the last minute I had an overwhelming
conviction that I belonged in Prague.
How do you explain away that if he had literally any other job than the one he
does, we would have never met, and it wasn’t even a job he initially wanted.
How do you explain two people having an hour long conversation and getting the
other so stuck in their heads that the next time they spoke it was almost
electric? How can any of that be random?
I don’t know. I just do not know. I
want to say it’s random, and I’m not sure why, but I just cannot bring myself
to do that. Honestly, I can’t stop wondering if the reality of the whole thing
is that I cannot possibly comprehend the way two souls can end up on a
collision course, and just like no one knew what would happen at the Large
Hadron Collider but it didn’t stop them from trying, I have no idea how this
particular reaction is going to end either. But at no point in this whole thing
have I ever been scared of imploding into a black hole, and if you know me, you
know I am terrified of that exact thing happening almost constantly.
The last thing I would end this
incredibly personal rant on how little I understand anything on is a quote by Elizabeth
Gilbert, which I love even though she’s responsible for the estrogen filled zit
that is Eat, Pray, Love. “A true soul
mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear
down your walls and smack you awake… Soul mates, they come into your life just
to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mate’s
purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your
obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, and
make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life.”