I was out one day to look for a gift for our Thanksgiving Party. I happened to visit a store which really has good finds for clothes and shoes. A pair of white strapped sandal caught my attention primarily for its simplicity. I fit the right part with a marvelous smile as it looked so perfectly well with my foot. With time constraint to be back at the hospital before the curfew, I hurriedly took my size and paid it. Days unfolded fast and came the day to flaunt my new foot wear. I slipped my right foot and fixed it righteously. Then came the left part. I wondered why I can't fix it well since I managed to do it without sweat to my right foot. The big shameful realization hit me like an ice bucket challenge.
I paid for a different pair of what I seemed to be a size 7 shoes.
Since I made it to a point not to give up my joy in whatever circumstance I'm in, I took a deep breath, not just once but how many times until I find laughing at myself.
While I was on the bus going to the party and the sunset is so melodramatic I can't figure out where it took its stunning spell of beauty, I tried to extract the lessons from the loophole of hurrying things in life.
Especially in love.
Lesson # 1.
Just like buying that shoes, not because it fit well on your right foot, you have to forget the left one. In any relationship, I believe in the cliche that goes "it takes two to tango". And in order to do the tango, the two should compliment each other. One has to give, the other to give in return. He must be interested in your passions, and you propel him to excel in things he believes make him better.
Even if that means watching NBA together.
I don't think you can move forward gracefully with a different pair of shoes.
Chemistry is not a subject. It has to be in the subject(s).
Lesson #2.
Not because Time is ticking like a bombshell you have to sacrifice the entire reasons for committing to someone. I remained single for years because I believe you can't force love to take place. It has to happen naturally. Not "just because" everyone's getting hitch I'll hook up with someone else. Over my dead curves ( I mean my nose bridge) haha
If you do so, you might just end up paying the price and later realize it's not worthy enough.
And useless enough.
Lesson #3.
That day, I wore slippers instead going to the hospital. Its comfort is still my refuge.
Choose the kind of love that makes you feel good about yourself despite of your many inadequacies. The one you can walk with distances you never thought you can manage to traverse. Because his presence enables you to aim higher. Distance then, becomes a number.
Sometimes, among the many shoes you're looking for, you'll realize that the slippers in the silent corner wins your heart over a stiletto.
Find a good slippers.
I'll keep that mismatched pair of shoes. One day, I'll snuggle in bed with my "best pair of slippers" and I'll whisper in his ear how I came to finally find our perfect fit after all the mismatches.
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