Sometimes I don't get what I want.
I'd like to be all mature and say that I see these moments as growth opportunities and I'm happy for the person who did get what I wanted. I'd like to say that I roll with it and get all zen and peaceful and wish the universe well in its grand plan. I'd like to say all those things, but then I would be lying.
Oh, I've learned to be a good sport when I lose at a game. Or when we don't go to the restaurant I want. Or even when someone wakes me up when I wanted to sleep. (Not all the time, but usually.)
But sometimes I stare the universe in the eye and say, "I want my life to be like THIS. Exactly like THIS. Pay attention to what I'm telling you -- make it like THIS!" I feel like the universe and I understand each other. I see the universe nodding in agreement. And then the universe goes and does whatever the heck it wants.
Seriously, it sucks.
I thought the universe and I were friends. I thought the universe had my best interests at heart. I thought we were in this together.
But I didn't get what I wanted. I feel ripped off and picked on. By the entire universe.
And you know what's worse? Do you know what the real slap in the face is? That stupid universe is right. Like, every single time.
It never fails. I am sure I've got it figured out. I am sure I know what is best for me. I'm sure I've got the upper hand in my battle with the universe this time.
And before too long I am looking at the universe with its slight, Mona Lisa smile. And the universe knows it has won again. It does not brag. It doesn't need to. Its power is evident for all to see.
And I am forced to not only humble myself and say, "You were right." I find myself bowing my head time and again saying, "Thank you." (But I still mumble under my breath, "Stupid universe.")