I used to think that if you wanted something bad enough, you could make it happen.
Sometimes you can, but sometimes there’s an obstacle that is more powerful than any weapon of mass destruction.
Timing.
Timing is similar to time and yet different.
Because in simplistic terms, time is about experience whereas timing is about opportunity.
That moment where everything comes together with perfect precision and lets amazing blossom and flow.
But there are times where timing can be cruel.
Where regardless of will, experience, desire and ambition, it destroys all promise and hope in the blink of an eye.
We never know which side it will show until it decides.
Because timing controls us.
We are slaves to it’s decision and fools to its seduction.
It decides when things can happen and when things can’t.
It chooses when opportunities will be seized and when they will only be viewed from afar.
Timing has the power to tempt us into believing in the impossible or leaving us with the shatteringly painful memories of what could have been … or what once was.
Timing is a bitch.
She toys with our emotions with a total disregard for the consequences.
Taking us to the highest highs or the lowest lows.
Making us and breaking us.
Exciting us and destroying us.
Teasing us and trampling us.
Timing has given me a life I never dreamed possible and a heart that’s been battered tattered and torn.
There are those that say fortune favours the brave.
Or that preparation welcomes opportunity.
Or what will be, will be.
If only it was that simple.
But I wouldn’t change a thing.
And I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.
Because while timing can conquer most things, it can’t beat the will of the idiot.