Cosmic Timing

Locust coming out of its shell

[I have to come clean, I stole this photo from the Facebook of one of my friends. He doesn’t know. I don’t think he would mind. It is too creepy cool.]

As I was desperately trying to slap myself awake this morning with coffee and checking e-mail on my balcony, I got side tracked to Facebook (as usual) and this little guy popped up at the top of my news feed. I know this is not some once in a lifetime phenomenon of great significance caught on film. I know it isn’t like I am flashing around a candid photo of Nessi making love to a platypus while sipping tea. It is, however, a cool photo of an event I can not say I have witnessed in action. Talk about my friend being in the right place at the right time. Talk about me and my news feed having the right timing for me to burglarize pictures.

Cue deep thinking mode. I am definitely a firm believer in the congruency between our life courses and universal timing (can you tell I am trying to avoid using the phrase everything happens for a reason?). Now, I do not know the specific reason for my friend’s convenient timing for witnessing this locust emerging from his shell. Maybe had he not been so enthralled by this irrelevant occasion, pausing his life course continuum for a few moments, his whole future may have changed. Maybe I am just way too in my head this morning.

In all seriousness, I believe I have had a few fateful occurrences in my lifetime thus far. Big ones,for example, like meeting someone by the slimmest of chances who ends up changing your life profoundly. Some smaller ones, like accidentally dropping a quarter through a crack somewhere only to find a long-lost personal treasure upon fetching it. Sometimes it is just a thought, like when I catch a red light that tics me off I think, “Well, maybe perhaps I’d made that light I’d have gone barreling into an 18 wheeler five minutes up the road”. I am not sure if  this is deemed healthy thinking, but it sure beats cursing at inanimate objects in my car. Maybe it is just luck or coincidence, but then again, maybe it is something else.

In any sense of the term, what do you think about fate? Feel free to share neat stories.

This is who I feel like today 

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About becca3416

Becca Cord is a twenty-something year old southern ballerina turned humor writer and video editor. Having lived in Louisiana her entire life, she is now perusing her travel dreams while starting her own free-lance Web Marketing business and organizing a nation wide blogging event, Blogger Interactive. She believes one of her callings is making people laugh, and she intends to do so. You can find Becca on her personal blog, Facebook page, or Twitter @becca25tofly.

Posted on May 2, 2012, in Adventures, How I Knew, Inspirational, Opinion and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Very interesting share! Good for you; I love the offbeat!

  2. Sometimes I think too much about fate. Somedays I know it exists and others I know for sure that it doesn’t.

    Regardless, may peace, love and Keanu be with you always.

  3. Coleen Patrick

    So fate put that locust in your view today–and my blog. I am in good company. 🙂
    It’s great to meet you Becca!

    • Coleen, so it did! I am MORE than okay with that :). Always great to meet a new face in this community. Thank you for reading and for the feedback as well.

  4. Excellent writing: “I know it isn’t like I am flashing around a candid photo of Nessi making love to a platypus while sipping tea.” Well done. I can’t get this image out of my mind and that is what good writing does!

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