The Universe Hates Desperation
I have a knack for making friends with people who are brilliant when they’re drinking. The old cliche of sitting at a bar and partaking in trading of sage platitudes fits my life like a glove.
My friend is onto beer # I don’t know. He’s about a million feet tall, so I’m sure it hardly matters. I’m drunk enough for my eyelids to be heavy, but my ears are attentive, thirsty for everything he says.
“The universe hates desperation.”
I take it in, and then think about how I’ve felt with everything lately. Romance, friendships, career. I feel I’ve been crawling on the floor waiting for someone to sprinkle some crumbs into my eager hands. Utter desperation.
He tells me, over and over again, over drinks, over pool, over the late night slice of pie that ends the night: be patient.
And I think a lot about what patience means: It’s to trust. Not everyone, not the world. I still maintain that it’s foolish to trust most of the world.
Yourself. Your biggest “trust issue” is the trust you lack for yourself. If you trust yourself, you can be patient. If you’re patient, you dissolve the desperation that chains you to the floor.
Trust the process. But not just the process. Sometimes, most times, there is no process, no discernible order to the universe that you’ll be able to detect. So trust the chaos. Relish in the chaos. And while you float around in the beautiful, glittery mess of it all, learn to trust yourself.
