Controlling Fate

“Rainy and grey here. Think I might slump down into the comfy chair, take the time machine for a spin around the universe and hope that June gets here before I accidentally rip the fabric of space-time.” ---Jason Blatt

We met on a grey day just like today. Brezza was rushing into the coffee shop as I was coming out. My arms were heavy with text books and lattes. I was busy in my head with my senior thesis. If I was more present I would have noticed that we bumped arms as we passed. I would have noticed that her wet umbrella was knocked from her hands and the contents of her purse were sent spilling onto the wet welcome mat. On a better day the scientist in me I would have noticed the strange angry noises she made as she hurried to pick up her belongings amidst the other patrons rushing by.

Unfortunately, that day I was just the source of her frustration. Since that day I have felt the glare of her eyes and the taste of her lips. After knowing both, how I did not notice her on that first day is beyond me. But fate is fate. That is, until you find a way to control it.

My fate was to marry a beautiful woman. I met Christine over the last summer and fell madly in love. If fate were allowed to take its course we would marry in June, have three beautiful children, live in a beautiful house and have all the things that normal people desire. I know. I have seen it all.

Brezza’s fate was to run, lost among the stars. I have seen this too.

Ten long years have passed. In that time I have traveled and discovered more than I cared to. And now I sit and wait for June. I sit and wait for fate to run its course.  I have gained courage and bravado during my travels, but did it give me what I need to change her fate? And if I choose to do that, would it put my own fate in jeopardy? Do I even care?

So I sit in my comfy chair and spin the dial. Maybe a quick trip to a different time will help me decide. 

Author's Note

First two sentences are from Jason Blatt.