Has a strange way of
Calling me by hanging up
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.
Notes to this poem…
I had been eagerly awaiting a call for something big I had hoped to get selected for as a participant. Things had developed that I felt like I was in a conversation with the process rather than absolute silence. However, I got a rejection email yesterday to end that quest so that was like getting hung up on my Destiny, which had been dropping me signs things had been going well for me in the selection process.
The thing was, 74 minutes after I found out the sad news, I was offered a new possibility with something I thought I wouldn’t even consider for years, happening at the same time the thing I was hoping to have gotten selected for would happen. Seems that rejection was Destiny’s way of calling me rather than hanging up on me. It’s not the first time Destiny would have called me by “hanging up” on something I thought was going to be great for me and my life, with hindsight in life to see how things in their place turned out.
I immediately checked the time upon being presented with this possibility, to see how long had passed since I got the email, when I had to check time to call and tell my Parents the sad news, but news they wanted to hear on either way. That’s how I knew it was 74 minutes. 🙂
It’s only a chance for this other thing I’m exploring, but I defer to my #1 life philsophy – the best thing you can give someone, including yourself, is a chance. I hope I’ll be able to make that chance. If it turns out, I’ll share details but it’s a slightly long story already not to waste time now.
Wish me luck! 🙂
The F-series poems are part of a collection composed on my ferry rides across Halifax Harbour when the buses aren’t crossing the MacDonald bridge due to the Big Lift bridge redecking. This should keep happening until at least December 2016.