Wars have started over it. Men and women have fought and died for it. We have holidays about it, we spend billions of dollars when it blooms… and billions more when it dies.
There are some who say that love is fated. That forces beyond our control somehow whisper in our daily lives, that they push us like the wind pushes a sailboat. We can steer against them sometimes, but if you fight the wind long enough, some hurricane’s going to come around and break you in half.
To avoid those storms, to avoid getting broken up on the rocks of life, you need to guess what the future has in store for you. They say that the winds of fate can be measured, that you’ll have clues before you meet that someone who’s supposed to be your soulmate. That somehow, some collection of the stars, planets, and maybe your own handprint can reveal your happily ever after.
Tell that to Romeo and Juliet. Those star-crossed lovers sure were able to foretell what their fortunes were.
Nope. To me, horoscopes, fortune telling, or predicting the future is baloney, something people like to put a little bit of faith in because we’re all sometimes overwhelmed by the chaos of life. It’s just nice to believe that there’s some greater power controlling things, and that maybe we can somehow figure out what that plan is.
But you want to know what reality is? Reality is the old saying… you sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind. You can’t control it, you can’t predict it… and when love happens, it might just haul off and smack you in the face. There’s not a damn thing you can do about it.
This is our story.
Coming soon!