Nerves, the universe, butterflies in your middle and so much more

You know that feeling. The one where butterflies are doing their little dance in your stomach. You’re nervous, you’re neurotic, you’re on the edge. And it goes against everything you think and believe, but sometimes the heart is stronger than the head.

It’s been one of those days. You know, when you do everything possible to run from a situation, but the universe, in it’s own charming way, turns the wheels so that regardless of what you do to avoid a certain thing, that very thing will hit you in the face no matter where you’ve gone to avoid it. But then through all the mess and muck, something inanely stupid makes you laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all. Humans thinking of themselves as wily foxes, sneaking their way through situations, thinking we’re smarter than everything else, above it all even (pardon the pun). And then there’s the universe, sitting on the top floor of the Burj that poor Babu is trying so hard to finish, laughing at our little ways, thinking we’ve outsmarted him, when instead, he’s holding the strings all along, and like the fidgety butterflies, is making us dance to his tunes. He did tell me though, that a long, long time ago, way before we made our way here, we made him promise to do exactly what he’s doing right now, so that we’ll eventually get to where we wanted to be before we even came here. It is a conspiracy theory of sorts, but one that we’ve masterminded ourselves.  The point here? There’s no point in running away from your self-created situations. You might as well face them head on because regardless of what you do, or don’t do, you’ll still get to where you wanted to be, walking down the very path you once created for yourself. And oh, if you could only hear what all the angels up there are saying about you, you’d get a swollen head the size of a football field. It’s your life, you decided this way, way back. And don’t worry, you’re moving in the exact direction you knew you would be at this point in your life. Bravo, I’d say. Or as my friend Johnny would say, Keep Walking.