Serendipity is Annoying

Right now so much is uncertain in my life.

An uncertain walk

An uncertain walk

I’m uncertain about my home, my income, my career, my next job, etc, etc. And it’s not all hopeless!

And as a professional worrier, I work through all the known possibilities.  Then I am left with  a range of outcomes  from awful to mediocre at best.

Even in that least I know what I can do and what I can’t do. I know what is certain and what is uncertain. Surprisingly that provides me with some comfort.

Then I say to myself: What can I do with this? What can I make happen?

And out of those questions amid the doubts and uncertainties come new ideas and possibilities. They may be small to practically invisible or uncertain to impossible but they are most certainly there.

And also out of those doubts and uncertainties emerge new lessons and challenges.

But what’s really most annoying in these circumstances, is the joy that keeps being sent to me. Snatches of music, funny random thoughts, strange conversations with strangers, hilarious emails, wise blogs, new jokes, family members reaching out to me, workmates asking me questions that I can answer, interviews for roles that I can more than fulfill, friends turning up out of nowhere,friends making peace with me and I with them, friends who need help and end up helping me, breaths of wind, the sound of the sea, the sunset, the list goes on and on…As I said in conversation, I get to choose.

Still behind the scenes, the uncertainty is increasing. But so is the certainty. I’m slowly finding out what is my acceptable level of uncertainty and certainty. It is not easy but it’s happening nevertheless. So I should start giving in to it.  I’m choosing uncertainty within certainty and it will lead to a balance.



And in tandem what’s even more annoying is the joy. It  is getting harder and harder to ignore. I know that this joy is leading me to do what is needed to grow those other possibilities. And find out yet again that serendipity goes from being annoying to providing new possibilities and opportunities as well. So I should start giving in to it.

Or as was advised to a friend, “You are wise, just be and do. It will be ok.

Or it’s much like how Rumi puts it in his poem the Guest House, “He may be clearing you for some new delight.

Serendipity is annoying.





 Five People I Would Invite To Dinner

As an occasional Melbourne Eat With Me participant, I was asked the names of the five people I would invite to dinner.

Well, the five people I would invite to dinner would be a mixture indeed.

An author, two poets, a president and a prime minister in waiting.

  • John Le Carre, author of spy thrillers. I could pick up a few tips on the eclectic art of novel writing.
  • Rumi, the Persian poet. Even when translated still pens the best poetry in the world.
  • But that is not to set aside John Donne. I studied this English poet at school and only now am appreciating him!
  • Abraham Lincoln, my favourite US President. I could ask him to fact check the recent movie. I don’t expect any criticism of Daniel Day-Lewis’ acting though.
  • And my heroine, Aung Sung Suu Kyi, the true prime minister of Burma (or Myanmar, if you like). Referred to as The Lady, a dignified and courageous woman from whom I could learn much.

Rumi’s Puzzle of Love

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08 07 Butterfly Puzzle 26 (Photo credit: cachew)

Though long deceased, the Persian poet Rumi regularly sends me quotes on Facebook.

Last week’s quote was “To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.

I was puzzled. And I tried to analyse it. And became more puzzled.

So this time took my advice to others: when puzzled, describe don’t explain!

So while I’m still puzzled, I’ll describe its meaning to me.

Rumi and other Persian poets write about the Lover loving the Beloved. The love is a quest. The Lover must journey away from and then towards the Beloved. The Lover is transformed along the way.

Does he mean the Lover loses himself (herself) in the Beloved? The Lover then becomes the Beloved. Which could be slavery or unselfish love for another or empathy.

Does the Lover end up loving himself (herself) thus becoming the Beloved? Which sounds like that selfishness which requires slavery from others.

But suppose the Lover loved himself (herself) with the same (unselfish) love as he or she loves the Beloved? Puzzle solved.

Rumi’s real puzzle:

  • Love others unselfishly
  • Love yourself unselfishly.