It’s your destiny

I sometimes worry that I’ve missed my destiny.

Robert Frost tried to warn me in a poem, but what if those two famous roads diverged in a yellow wood and I — I took the wrong one?

Maybe my destiny came knocking when I was in college, or high school, or kindergarten, and I failed to open the door, so now there’s an alternate version of me somewhere in the multiverse, living what could have been my best life. If so, I wish that woman well. And I hope she’s paying my bills.

As for the version of me that I wake up with every morning, she’s elbow-deep in the daily grind and generally disenchanted with the culture of destiny.

Though the concept does make a handy story arc for romantic comedies. They usually unfold something like this. Main character stands in traffic and shouts: “It’s you! You’re my soulmate, my one true destiny, my eternal ‘You had me at hello!’”

Main character then: 1) races to the airport to stop soulmate from leaving forever; 2) races to the bus depot, the train station or the Love Boat departure dock to stop soulmate from leaving forever; 3) races to the wedding venue, to burst in and declare undying love, just before “I do’s” are said and soulmate is — lost forever.

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