Once upon a time there was a girl who knew exactly what she wanted. She knew what she wanted, and it was easy for her to get. Because it was easy, she took her time and danced around it, enjoying the anticipation and savoring the victory.
But then, she got what she wanted.
And it was just what she wanted. She knew because she had planned for and imagined it all her life. She knew that this was precisely what she had constructed in her mind, her perfectly knowing mind. After all, who could know her mind better than herself?
But, this thing she wanted, it didn’t …something. What did it not do? Maybe that’s not it. Maybe it was her. Maybe she just wouldn’t enjoy it. Why would she do that? This is just the right thing for her. What a fickle and confused girl.
So what did she do? She, perfectly knowing that this was exactly the right thing for her, walked away.
Not just walked away, but didn’t even bother to consider whether she would regret this. Because either way, she didn’t care. Apathy.
And so what now?
What happens to the horizon and to the ideas when the perfect idea, even still the perfect idea, no longer shines. It just doesn’t even matter any more.
Well, what happens is, you learn how little you know your own mind. And you learn that maybe more perfect than perfect, is oddly …imperfect. Not because you can’t have it. You can still have this too. But there’s something more sound and more substantial to this, never-planned, imperfect thing.
And so what happens? We laugh at the idea of us getting everything we ever first thought we wanted. How great a blessing to not get exactly what you want.