An old-time
friend gave me a call last week and asked if I wanted to be set up with one of
her friends. She did the usual, “You two would be perfect for each other”, and
I did the usual, “I’m kind of seeing someone, maybe another time”, and we left
it at that. We texted our separate ways and stalled a potential match made in
heaven brewing for a later date.
But then I
read the morning obituaries this week and saw she had been killed in a car
accident Monday night. Turns out
there won’t be a blind date with this girl after all.
For full
effect, download “What If” by Coldplay and play at maximum volume throughout
the duration of this post.
I never met
this girl. I know nothing about her besides what her Facebook profile picture looks
like. I never met her in person, never took her to dinner, never laughed with
her about what the waiter was wearing, never had a romantic doorstep scene with
her, never took her on a second date, or a third date, or a fourth, or got to
meet her parents, or saved up for a ring. None of those cycled steps in a
relationship ever happened between the two of us, and because of some freak
accident on Monday night, none of that ever will.
But then the
mind starts playing tricks in our heads when we’re staring at the ceiling late
at night, and begins asking the age-old hindsight-anchored question of “what
if?”
What if I
had taken her out? What if I did
laugh with her about the waiter’s apron? What if we did kiss on her doorstep,
and go out for drinks the next night, and meet her parents a month down the
road? What if I did take up my friend’s offer for a potentially awesome blind
date with this girl?
Then maybe I
would quit my search for roommates to fill the two empty rooms in my house, and
begin planning on a permanent one getting ready to sign her eternal
contract.
That’s the
thing about life that sometimes makes you stand in a stupor scratching your
head for longer than ten minutes. It is unpredictable. Unreliable. It’s a giant
canvas of chaotic madness that has twists and turns so unexpected they knock
the wind out of you before you can even blink. As Ferris Bueller once said, “Life
moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could
miss it.” And as I found out this week, sometimes you making a standstill
decision about a blind date over a text message will make you ask yourself the
rhetorical question late at night while laying in bed of “what if” over and
over again, which in all reality is the natural human response to help
us all cope with a situation that we just don’t understand.
But let’s
just take it a step further, from a little deeper perspective. What if you, and me, and everyone else
in their late twenties paddling out the first few steps of our careers decided
to go somewhere else for school; like to the U instead of the Y, or to UCLA
instead of UNLV? Or in my case, what if I had gone north instead of south? What
if I chose Utah State over my Alma Mater Dixie State?
Then maybe
you wouldn’t have met the person who crawls into bed with you every night and
helps raise those little stinkers snoozing a few bedroom doors over. Maybe you
would have put your career as an entrepreneur as your main focus instead of
seeing how many kids you can pop out before you turn 30. Maybe you would be
bringing home a six-figure income instead of a monthly caseload of diapers. And
maybe I wouldn’t be blogging about what it’s like to be a sane single man in
Mormon culture.
Or what if
you had been placed in much different financial or religious or racial
circumstances, thus altering your customary standards due to the money your
parents bring home, the God you sit down to worship, or the color your skin
looks in the mirror?
Then maybe
you wouldn’t be as cocky as you are now, and you would be much more grateful
about the clothes on your back and the food in your cupboard. Or maybe you
wouldn’t have gone on that one trip to Brazil, or Sweden, or Virginia, or
wherever you went and you wouldn’t have had to stand for what you believe in
for two whole years. And maybe you wouldn’t feel that guilty about telling a
black joke to your buddies.
Or what if
that one person who you loved and cared about and had a strong relationship
with had not gotten on that airplane, or developed that tumor, or fallen asleep
behind that wheel, or loaded that shotgun, thus ending their lives a little bit
shorter than you wanted them to?
Then maybe
that relationship with them wouldn’t really mean as much to you as it should.
Then you wouldn’t have grown as an individual. Then you wouldn’t have realized what
it is like to lose something you care about. Then you would still remain as
shallow, and undeveloped, and as immature as you were in third grade, and would
never have achieved that monumental character development that is only granted
by the tragic act of losing someone.
Here’s a
good one for you, what if we didn’t think in the past and ask ourselves these unanswered
questions every single time a misfortune happened in our lives, thus veering us
off the path we thought we were supposed to walk down, the path we felt we were
destined for?
Then you,
and me, and everybody else out there wouldn't be so controlled by our past, and would all be much greater people.
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