Chance

All my life, I can only remember three chances. I missed the first one because I was unsure. I kept thinking that had I done it, I would have crossed the line. A line that made so much sense at that time. After that, I swore that if the chance came again, I would take it without hesitation.

A year later, I found myself missing the second chance.

I have never been the type to express emotion freely and at that time, again, I thought it would be inappropriate if I just acted what I felt without thinking twice. So I did think twice and the chance slipped away. I cried all the way home.

They said third time is the charm.

I didn’t think much when the third chance came knocking on my door. I took it by hand and kept it in my life for 7 days.

When I missed my first chance, I kept lamenting about how different it would have been had I chosen to follow what I felt instead of what I thought. My third chance showed me exactly how different it was.

I felt fear. I felt confusion. I felt nervousness. I felt familiarity. I felt safe. I felt crazy. I felt stupid. I felt tired. I felt happy. I felt anticipation. I felt pleasure. I felt pain. I felt loss. I felt cherished. I felt respected. I felt encouragement. I felt life. I felt chance.

I felt no regret.

It didn’t give me a happy ending nor did it give me a sad one. It just was. It was experience. It was life.

It was chance.

So whatever happens in the future, I’m glad I took the chance. Whatever happens in our lives, the memory of meeting and being with you will stay with me for as long as I can remember. And you remain one of the best things I’ve ever had.

Thank you.