Soul + mate = you?

I just finished watching serendipity by kate beckinsale and john cusack last night. It is a story about two souls “destined” to be together wandering in this eternal circle of existence. They bumped into each other and felt the connection but had to back off because “fate” told them to do so.

Fast forward seven years after, they were about to get married; him to his five year girlfriend and her to his workaholic musician fiancée. But they felt that there is a void within them that continuously hunts them in a bizarre series of questions: what if they have never backed off from each other when they met seven years ago? What if he should really not marry her girlfriend? What if her boyfriend’s lack of time on her is a sign that tells her that the one who is supposed to make her happy for the rest of her life was the one she met seven years ago; the one she let go out of the dictates of her so called destiny?

So they ventured into an array of searches that brought them to places in a mad search for the one they have thought they are destined to. One thing led to another until the seemingly unthinkable possibility had caught up on them into a culmination that celebrates the world’s oddest mystery – love.

I can always say that my relationship with Daisy has a close resemblance to what Jonathan and Sarah had in the movie.

RJ met Daisy in a room filled with empowered spirits and half sedated bodies. They are student journalists and they have entered into each other’s lives in a meeting that both of them thought was their last. They both backed off, maybe because time said so. For a while, RJ thought that he lost her without any possibility that he’ll meet her again in this big ball of filthy green.

He had seen her a couple of times, but never had to guts to approach her and seize the moment right there, when the one he is “destined” to be with was standing meters away from him. He lets go of the feeling and compensated himself with the idea that such feeling is ephemeral. Or so he thought it is.

Until the universe connived into a series of “fortunate accidents” that led them to where they both took off the first time they met – in the same room where she first flashed her smile on him. It felt like the connivance came in right in the time where he had ventured himself in a mad search of meaning of his incredibly circuitous existence.

But I do not. In fact, I do not believe in destiny. I do not believe that life is filled with fortunate accidents that would lead me to believe that something out there is strong enough to dictate me as to what food I am going to eat, what cloths I should wear, or what emotions I should feel?

Life is a tapestry of events that leads people into thinking that tomorrow is what people do today. Life is a series of embroidered events that gives me choices: choice to catch the bus or not; choice to drench in rain or take cover; choice to finally accept reality as it comes knocking or not.

Daisy and i never were led to believe that destiny has to do with our belief that we are to be together. I refuse to believe that destiny will bring me to the end of this ride with bachelorhood, where she is waiting for me to take her hand and lead her to neverland.

We were led to believe yet we ended up desiring instead; that at the end of this ride I will see her waiting for me, not because destiny wanted to, but rather, we wanted it more.