How do you know you’re meant to be with someone anyway? Is there such a thing as “meant to be”? For the cynics out there, this would probably be a little hard to swallow. That there is such a thing as meant to be. I used to believe this myself. But after leaving the Society after seven years of “meant to be”, I’m thinking maybe there is no such thing. Maybe its not so much about fate as it is about choice. We are the choices we make. And meant to be is really the little choices we make everyday. The decision to stay together. The yes-es we make. The assumption being that the yes is a yes, because it makes us TRULY happy. It is not a forced YES. It is not a YES that goes against our very nature. Of course, it will not always be happy, but when all is said and done, you’re able to live with yourself because you know who you are and what you’ve chosen makes you the best person you can possibly be. That’s when things are not seen as sacrifice but as surrender.

For some people, it is easy and clear: “If you’ve met the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” (from When Harry Met Sally)

But for others it is not as clear. It takes a long time to make a choice. So our meant to be becomes vague. We don’t know what that is, or who that is. And oh, the agony! The waiting and the patience needed for life to become a little clearer and for life to have direction once again. But we take our time. And even if we can’t say yes yet, we make ourselves live our lives as if we have said yes already. For that is the only way to know whether we can do it. Whether we can hack it. And we live our way gradually to the answers of our questions.

And we stay patient with ourselves and with the people around us who cannot understand us fully.

And yeah. We tell ourselves, when you’re meant to be, it doesn’t mean you’re meant to be NOW.