Call it coincidence, destiny, fate, or kismet. In one tiny moment, lives can collide and change forever.
Yet chance encounters aren’t necessarily accidental; I believe that sometimes they can be put down to a predetermined future. Many of us believe in fate and destiny.
Although the words are used interchangeably in many cases, FATE and DESTINY can be distinguished.
FATE is usually defined as a power or agency that predetermines and orders the course of events.
DESTINY is used with regard to the finality of events as they have worked themselves out; and that same sense of Destination, projected into the future to become the flow of events as they will work themselves out.
In other words, FATE relates to events of the future and present of an individual and in cases in literature unalterable, whereas DESTINY relates to the probable future.
FATE implies no choice, but with DESTINY the entity is participating in achieving an outcome that is directly related to itself. Participation happens wilfully. (thanks Wikipedia!!)
I believe I had one of those moments today. A chance encounter, predetermined by my own destiny. I met a woman. This sounds unremarkable, certainly nothing to get excited about. However, this woman was different. I felt a connection with her. And I know that sounds weird, and some may think I’ve started taking Happy Pills, but nothing could be further from the truth. This unassuming woman, a complete stranger, served me in a health food store today. She helped me with my incredibly long list of vitamins and supplements that I am forever buying. She listened to my chaotic ramblings about my son, about my husband, about myself. And she showed compassion, and even an element of understanding. I felt incredibly comfortable talking to her, and I could have talked to her for hours.
As it happens, this woman is a naturopath. Someone I consider to be a guru. And how can I say this about someone I barely know? Because I have known a guru before, and this woman is of the same mould. My guru was a dear friend in Singapore, a friend who helped me when no one else could. She helped me conceive, and carry, my gorgeous Saraya. She helped Julian and I get to a better place, a better head space, after James’ diagnosis. But she is still in Singapore and I have moved on, and until today I hadn’t met anyone else like her. And then I met this woman. This chance encounter couldn’t have been at a better time, with what I am going through at the moment. To say I’m in a bad place is an understatement. I have been wanting to ask for help for so long. But I didn’t have to ask, as it looks like help has come to me.
I know this all sounds silly, I know it sounds almost irrational, but I feel a real peace has come over me after meeting this woman. She is calm, she is beautiful, she is someone who could potentially be a dear friend. And yet I don’t know if I will see her again. I gave her my card, I asked her to contact me, but she may think I am a desperate person who happens to be clutching at straws. Perhaps there is an element of that, but what I really feel is that this woman could help me rediscover who I am, push the darkness away, and help me see the light again. She could possibly help me find the person who disappeared so many years ago, the person I felt sure had gone for good. I need a person like her in my life, so I can go on living.
So was it fate that I met her? Is she part of my destiny? Only time will tell. Unfortunately she has to make the first move.
I hope she calls.