‘Why did we meet?’
A bit bemused of his question, I answered ‘because we worked at ak’ sa ra, remember?’
‘I know, dear. But I mean, why did we meet?’
‘I don’t know. Because it’s just happened, I guess. I happened to work there and so did you, and so there we were then.’
‘No, no… I mean, why? Why did we meet? Was it planned? Was it because of chaos? Was it incidental? I mean… all of a sudden I worked there and I found you and I chose to fall for you and then I chose to let you know my feeling and here we are now, feeling as happy and as content as we are now. Why? Destiny?’
‘Destiny? No. I don’t believe in such thing.’ I said.
‘You mean… you don’t believe that something had already written?’
‘No. I mean… well yes, I do believe in destiny, sort of, but the destiny does not mean that somebody’s pattern has already been written entirely, so all he got to do is to walk on the written pattern. I do believe that in somebody’s life, there are several bold patches. Those bold patches are the intersection on whatever random acts that person chooses to do.’
‘What do you mean?’ he asked.
‘It’s like this. In your life, of course there are paths, several different paths. For instance, you could chose to enter the path of not to send the application weeks earlier before the recruitment were already opened, or you could chose to enter the path of coming to the job interview two hours late that will resulted in you being replaced in the different schedule with mine. However, if we talk about that so called destiny, supposed ‘you meet me’ is the bold patch in your life, whatever minor paths you chose, it will always led you to the intersection of the patterns, that is, you meeting me. Maybe that’s what people called as destiny.’ I said.
‘For instance, the different lines in the picture are the random paths you have in your life. The red line is probably the path of you not coming to the job interview. The pink line could be the path of you choosing to flirt with Ditri at campus before deciding to apply at her office, and so on and so forth. However, no matter how twisted and twirling the path you chose, those different paths will come into one intersection, the bold patch, that is, you meeting me. After experiencing the bold patch, then the random paths again. It is you who made the random path, it is you who decide to choose or not to choose it, but somewhere beyond, there’ll be another bold patch that you’ll meet. That is destiny. I guess’ I continued.
He then looked at me, and said.
‘Interesting. But, I think every different random path chosen will result in a different bold patch. Entirely different. For instance, if I chose to come late back then in our first day of work, I would not met you that morning, would not be able to see you panicking because you thought you’d came too early, and we would not spend the morning smoking and chattering while waiting the time to finally point at nine thirty where we could start to work. The result will be entirely different, then. Had I not undergone those things, I might not come into the same bold patch if I had undergone those things. So if I chose different path, I will be led into different pattern, of course I might met you, and most likely I would also fall for you, that is, an intersection of pattern, but the pattern I undergo would be different, baby.’
‘See the lines, suppose that blue line is the path of me choosing to come early that morning, then that choice led me to see you that morning, smiling relievedly when seeing me there, and then here goes the bold blue patch, we met and we talked. However, if I happened to choose the orange line, suppose it is the path of me choosing to wake up a bit late that morning, I would came late, then I would not see you, then probably instead of talking to me that morning, you would end up talking to Ditri or Yumma or whoever person it might be, then the pattern of the blue path and the orange path are entirely different, of course there might be intersection, but the final result would not be the same.’
‘Interesting.’
‘It is, isn’t it?’
‘So you mean, if you had not chosen the path you chose back then, we might not be here, right here, at this moment?’ I asked.
‘I guess. If I chose the red line, I might still have the same feeling of loving you, but probably because of the sequence of acts caused by that particular choice, we might had not came in to this stage of relationship, probably we would just about to start it or probably even better, the feeling we have right now might be even deeper. It is a matter of the path we choose. Different path, different pattern, different result.’
‘Very interesting. So it means that, had you not chosen the path you chose back then, and had I not chosen the path I had chosen, you would not be here, holding my hand, and we might not come across this feeling we have now?’
‘I guess.’
‘Babi, whatever theory that is correct, I’m glad we’ve chosen what we had chosen. I’m happy that right now, in this precise moment, we’re here, doing exactly what we’re doing, with the exact feeling we’re feeling right now. I love you. Really really.’
‘I’m glad too, love. Really really.’
--sisie--
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