Does it not always seem like the Universe has our back? All the travails in life one goes through coincidentally seem to have a safety net and things resolve, despite how lacklustre or bleak they appear at the time. It is curious, this phenomenon, almost as though the course of what we refer to as ‘life’ is premeditated somehow, to the ultimate degree. It is like there is a propelling force, an onward motion that unravels a complex pattern that is already predetermined, so when it is unwound, it does so beautifully: serendipity.
When I reflect on this further I realise that whilst the outcome may not have ingratiated myself in the immediate term, I appreciate that somehow the Universe was simply trying to protect me at the time from a potential danger I did not foresee: it realised I was not ready. Sometimes the outcome is then postponed to the right time, and arguably, it bears even more fruit at this time…. it blossoms when it is supposed to.
Some people may refer to this sequence of unexplainable, but inevitable events as destiny. Yet how can an outcome simply occur without any action? Perhaps then, there is a necessity to our struggle to achieve the outcome. The consequence simply must be achieved by that individual to sew the fabric of life, so therefore that individual’s subconscious simply must keep niggling at their ego to think, to ponder, to act and not rest until they are at peace. This, I suppose, sheds light on the human intuition, a gut-wrenching anxiety that pushes us to act, yet another intangible inexplicable concept: a thing that evidence-based science cannot quantify, nor qualify.
Interestingly enough, what is it or who is it that decides the outcome? Some people ascribe this to a higher power they refer to as ‘God’, and thus we enter the metaphysical dimension of spirituality. It is an alternative reality that our five senses cannot perceive, and hence we rely on the sixth sense that in itself is even more subjective, more murky and certainly less equivocal and unidirectional than our sight, smell, hearing, touch and taste for which there already exists a level of inter-person discrepancy. I suppose what I dislike about this supposed ‘sixth sense’ then is its uncertainty, for it can bend and twist either way so that we may ‘feel’ it is guiding us to something meaningful; but it does not always! Sometimes we hit a barrier, then in which case incessant believers may argue it was not our beloved sixth sense that initiated such an outcome. If the result were desirable, however, then indeed it was our sixth sense. So either way, the notion of the sixth sense is protected, but our identity, being and soul is ever at stake… how ludicrous, is it not, that we become the scapegoats of an arbitrary construct of our own making?
In our struggle to grapple with life, to get a foothold to make sense of our all-consuming reality, we need to give way to the Universe. Its omnipresent force will overpower us anyway, so we need to sway with its push-pull dynamics. We need to learn when to let go.