The Universe Has Your Back (Even When You Don’t Think So)
It sure had mine, and for that, I am profoundly grateful.
For years, my life was a whirlwind of flashing lights, booming music, and the constant hum of adrenaline.
I run a corporate event management company, and “workaholic” is an understatement. Fourteen-hour days are (were, maybe? ) the norm, fueled by caffeine and the thrill of pulling off spectacular events.
But the relentless pace took its toll.
My health started to deteriorate, subtle at first, then more pronounced.
I ignored the fatigue, the headaches, the nagging pain in my side.
I was and to a certain extent still am a firm believer in the body’s natural ability to heal itself, but it is a philosophy I clung to with stubborn and might I say a delusional determination.
Doctors? Tests? No, thank you, after seeing what happened with my Dad, I had a stigma that was just too difficult to shake off. I’d rather just power through.
To numb the pain, I drank like a fish, something that would make me black out and fall asleep. A fuckall sleep I might add.
(PS: I still do drink, but waaay lesser, this isn’t a post about getting sober)
Then, something strange happened.
Two massive projects, the ones I’d poured my heart and soul into and which were to happen last month (February 2025), got postponed.
Just like that. From a frenetic, non-stop schedule, I suddenly found myself with…free time.
It was unnerving. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was frankly being a bit psychotic.
One day, out of the blue , I decided to visit a doctor. It was a random act, a sudden surge in courage maybe? I dont know.
I got my tests done, CBC, X-RAY, ECG, 2D Echo etc etc. And then, the results came back.
Diabetes. High cholesterol. And, to top it off, a few abscesses that required immediate surgery.
It was an epiphany.
The universe, it seemed, had other plans for me. The surgery was scheduled, and I went under the knife. Now, I’m recovering, slowly but surely.
(Also, the sedative they gave me didn’t put me to sleep, instead I had the wildest most trippy time of my life :D)
Isn’t it weird? Those two projects, the ones that ruled my days and got all my attention since November, got postponed at the exact moment I needed a break. At the exact moment my body was screaming for help.
Did the universe orchestrate this? Was it a cosmic intervention? Maybe. Maybe not.
But what I do know is this: I was blind to the signs. I was too caught up in with making it to see the damage I was doing to myself.
And then, the universe, in its own mysterious way, created a space for me to heal. It forced me to slow down, to listen to my body, to face the consequences of my choices.
Now, I’m learning to listen. To pay attention to the subtle whispers of my body, to the gentle nudges of intuition.
I’m learning that always, the universe knows better than I do. That the best thing you can do is to surrender, to let go, and to trust that everything, even the seemingly random postponements, they happen for a reason, a good one, even if it might not seem so at that point.
This journey has taught me a valuable lesson.
The universe doesn’t always deliver what we want, but it always provides what we need.
Sometimes, that means a forced pause, a painful wake-up call, a chance to rewrite our story.
As I write this, I feel overwhelmed with Gratitude to have this opportunity. And I thank Allah, alhamdulillah.
Gents, this is for all of you guys especially. We tend to take this stuff for granted.
We refrain from visiting a doc, for fear of a bad result or the fact that we think were strong enough to power through or we just dont want to poke around where we dont want to, but it brings me to something very interesting my mom told me when were chilling after my surgery…I quote, “ You get your car and your bike worked on regularly, even when you dont need to, why not your body?”
Think about it. You are your biggest project, most times we fuck it up with things that won’t matter 5 years from now.
