Not Meant to Be

Not Meant to Be

A Story by Mr. D
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It was never meant to be. It never is...

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It wasn’t meant to be. It never is when it comes to me, it seems. What do you do when you pursue something and that something isn’t meant to be? You try and you try and you try, but you get no closer to what you pursued than you were when you started.


I tried to pursue something with you, but you’re not ready. Neither am I. Even if we made it now, we’d disappear in the long run. Some people aren’t meant to find what people call love. In fact, do we even know what love is? How do you measure it? Can it be measured? Is there a measurement system in the world that can show or tell us what it is? Are we even capable of knowing?


But it wasn’t meant to be. Nothing ever is, it seems. To pursue something you know won’t ever be is a foolhardy and silly thing. So why do we do it? Why do we pursue that which we know we can’t have and don’t need? Because the mind wants what it can’t have. It is the forbidden fruit appeal that leads us to want the things we know we don’t need or can’t have. Why? Is it likely just to say we have it? That we did the impossible? I don’t know. What does it matter?


You cannot make something out of nothing unless you’re God. I’m not God. I can’t make something happen out of something that was never there to begin with. Why was there nothing there? There wasn’t supposed to be. That’s the perfect explanation. Why do I seek an explanation to a situation where there isn’t, aren’t, and never will be one or any?


But there’s nothing doing there. There never will be. It is pointless to pursue most things because most things you know you can never have. What would you do with them when you got them? Do you know? Does it matter?


I must embrace the fact that you aren’t for me and I’m not for you just as you weren’t for me back then and I wasn’t for you back then. We are wrong for each other. We always were, and even though I don’t like it, I have no choice but to go with it. It was never up to me anyhow. Nothing in my life is up to me. All is determined by outside influence. But I must go along for the ride however long that ride goes on. I don’t want to die, but if I die, I die. There’s nothing I can do to stop it. Nowhere I can go to avoid it.


So I hope you find the one that IS meant for you. It won’t be me. We’ve already established that fact. It doesn’t matter if it bothers us. It doesn’t matter if we don’t like it. Things are the way they are, and they don’t change for any reason. It’s just something we have to get past. You may already be past it. I don’t know if I am, but I will be later.


This world is mine to endure alone, and I accept and embrace this destiny with the remaining time I have left. I have always been a loner, and I always will be, even if things change and I do end up with someone else, I will still be a loner.


But don’t cry. Don’t frown. Don’t be sad. We were wishing against destiny and against something that was already predetermined before it ever began. We each have a destiny, but we are not each other’s destiny. That destiny is for someone else. May you find the one you’ve been searching for all your life.

© 2019 Mr. D


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