| Aug. 5th, 2008 @ 10:40 pm Every day is the best day |
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I believe in God. I always have, in my own way. I grew up with a science-rich education and so I base my view of God more on what I believe to be true or probable about the universe, rather than what various organized religions would like to tell me about God. I was never sure if God had a design for everybody's life or if we all make our own fate. But things have happened in the last few months that are making me re-evaluate everything.
I've met someone, the most amazing woman in the world. You may laugh, but hear me out. She is perfect for me. Everything with her is perfect, from the way we first met, to the way we started dating, to the way we fell in love, to every moment we've spent together. She is not the girl I would have sketched out on paper as the perfect girlfriend -- in fact, she is so much better than that. She is good for me in ways I never could have come up with on my own. I'm not even going to explain that, just know that it is true.
I've thought about this a lot. It feels and seems like every event in my life, at least over the past 5-6 years if not more, had to unfold in just the right way, so precisely and sometimes dramatically, so that she and I would meet, and meet at the exact, perfect moment in our lives. Not only that, but I also feel like everything I've gone through in the past few years, from my brutal relationship experiences to my strong friendships, random adventures, and well EVERYTHING, has served to prepare me for being in this relationship.
Before I met her, I thought I was quite happy. I was single and enjoying it. Free. I'd been going to the gym 2-3 times a week for 9 months and I was in the best shape of my life. I had a great new apartment, tons of new friends, 3 new patents from my research, over a million dollars of investment in my work to "play" with... in short, life was great. I was dating women here and there, and I had pretty much come to the conclusion that I didn't want a relationship. I would just enjoy the single life and focus on myself.
Like I said, I *thought* I was happy. In reality I was living an empty life, and I realized this the moment I first locked eyes with her, for that brief second on a dimly-lit dance floor. Since that night I have been living a dream come true, a dream I didn't even know I had. The dream found me. How could all this be? The random chance of it, all these pieces of the puzzle fitting together so perfectly, for both of us. It can't be random. It can't be chance. It must be by design. That is what I believe. |
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