You Can Never Miss a Chance

When it comes to relationships–for some reason–we usually compare the present one we're in to a past one...and unfortunately, especially if the current one is going down the drain...we start to question ourselves..."did I really give up 'the one'...did i turn my back on a chance instead of grabbing onto it?"  

I, for one, don't believe in lost chances.  I strongly believe in fate and in the power of the universe...or the order of the universe at least.  I also believe that everything happens for a reason.  I don't believe in lost chances for a very simple reason...if you meet someone, start dating for a while then break up, then the chance wasn't lost...quite simply, that person wasn't right for you.

I know this is easier said than done...and we all have one "ideal" person in our lives that was "perfect" for us...that one person we always compare everyone else to and that one person we can't really get over...but why is that?  Whether you got dumped or you were the one who initiated the break up, it was bound to happen...even if he (or she) was "perfect" in your eyes.  

Allow me to share a personal story with you (and I asked for permission before I could do so).  A very close friend of mine–a smart, beautiful, kind and sweet girl–met the "love of her life" six years ago.  They dated for a year then, for no apparent reason, he dumped her for somebody else–someone less smart, less beautiful, less kind and less sweet.  Needless to say, she was heartbroken...as a matter of fact, it took her five years (seriously, five years) before she could talk about the story without bursting into tears.  So, what was so special about this guy?  According to her, he was smart, gentle, sweet, caring, kind, hardworking, deep-thinking...and the list goes on.  She worshiped him...and if I could find a stronger word to describe her situation I would!  

But, Mr. Perfect didn't remain that way for long.

Only this year did she find out that he was forced to change his field of study because he failed miserably, he had stopped being a hard worker, his thoughts now composed of girls, bars and parties, he became selfish and he got himself into a handful of problems.  At first, she was shocked...but only now did she come to realize that this wasn't a missed chance.  Her image of him was perfect, but–as it turns out–he wasn't perfect at all...and come to think of it, she would never think twice about seriously dating him.  

So, what's the point of this story?  It's very simple: missed chances do not exist, if you "missed" it, it just wasn't right for you, and one day–maybe today, tomorrow or next year–you'll find out exactly why.