Serendipity. I didn’t know it then, but that is in fact the definition of the word. Serendipity – finding something good without looking for it. When I had given up once again and I was in a frightening abyss, there was nothing else left for me. The only person that I had left in my life had betrayed me. The one and only person that I could talk to, said the one thing that could tear me down.
And so I fell. Not the cheesy love kind, but the kind of falling where there seems to be no bottom – falling into the darkness within.
I droned on afterwards. Even though I tried to live my life like everything was as amazing as always, I still felt like I continued to fall. And then that’s when it happened – or I suppose when I found it.
At first I felt like that it was just a shot in the dark and it wouldn’t matter if it hit my mark. I mean, everything didn’t matter anyway. That shot in the dark started off as just a distraction to keep me from only concentrating on my pathetic life. But then it was almost as if that shot in the dark turned into a mighty tree. I say a tree because blossoming flowers are not only cliché, but also flimsy.
This tree of ours stood tall with great roots that supported it. And not only did it bared fruit, but also had bad seasons. It was struck by lightning and other natural causes that threatened our tree. But our tree stood – tall and strong. It is my serendipity.
