Maybe One Day, Maybe Not


I frequently find myself thinking: maybe one day.

Maybe one day it will all work out. Maybe one day it’ll all hit me — what I’m supposed to be doing with my life, where I should be going, what I should be pursuing. Maybe one day things will finally fall together. Maybe one day he’ll come around. Maybe one day. Just maybe.

Maybe one day, all of the stars will finally align.

And I sit, patiently, and I wait. I take comfort in the premise that “things will come to me in time.” And I decide to not actively seek things out. To take a step back. To focus on myself and know that the universe will take some sort of control. But am I right? Am I doing the correct thing?

It’s a difficult balance. A balance of being a go-getter with a balance of letting go of some control. And it’s delicate. And completely and entirely unknown. Do good things come to those who wait? Or do good things come to those who go out and get them?

I see both sides and I find myself struggling. And don’t we all? We’re either too aggressive or too complacent. There never seems to be an even balance. There never seems to be a “right” way. And it’s frustrating.

We flounder through this life and we try to make things work. We actively seek out what we perhaps rank the most important, and we sit and wait for what we aren’t quite yet certain about. And it works. We make our way through life. Dodging corners and zig-zagging through life’s ultimate maze.

Because the thing is: there is no “right” way. You can keep all of the control you want or you can give up control entirely and you’ll find yourself in the same spot wondering “maybe one day”. Not all things will come together. Good things will not always come. And that’s okay, too.

Because those stars? When all of them align? Even then, no one knows it’s going to be the most magnificent night sky of their lives. And even so, they still have to put forth some effort. They still have to look up. They still have to take control.

Maybe one day, we’ll all understand.

Maybe one day, we’ll all stop caring to.

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