all the missed moments

the joy in not getting what you want

there’s something weirdly captivating about the moments we imagine, the ones we rehearse in our mind over and over again, adjusting the minor details to get everything just right.

we build expectations like scaffolding, hoping some miracle will fill in the gaps so we can live our dream outcome.

but life rarely cooperates.

and those moments often play out differently. or sometimes, not at all.

these unactualised moments mean something different to us all; and if you’re being an opportunist about them, you should see them as invitations to observe why you wanted what you did, and what it means when reality doesn’t meet you all the way.

frustratingly, no matter how many times we think we’ve read the script, there’s always another way to interpret it, something missed, another angle, or an alternative approach that stings; but is probably right.

it teaches the art of vulnerability. even though it’s hard to hope for something and not get it, wanting it makes you brave. to move forward with unplanned steps and an open heart, knowing the outcome isn’t guaranteed - i’m learning this is the most human thing we can do.

when the moment passes, when the silence is louder than the answer you wanted; it’s natural to let disappointment take over - but actually, in this gap is where we grow. sitting with the tension of unmet desire, without letting it define us.

it doesn’t erase anything, maybe just reshapes it - sometimes for the better, sometimes not. but in the end, missed moments aren’t really missed at all - if we take the opportunity to meet ourselves in the space between what we hoped for and what is. to observe, discover and wield courage and whatever else you need to stay an optimist in getting what you want from something else, someplace else, someone else some other time.

so, maybe all these missed moments are proof that the beauty of being human lies not in the curated choreographed actions - but in the messy, unpredictable ones, the ones where you follow your feelings without having a plan.

and whether they are met or not

the gaps will show us who we really are,

against who we say we are.

maybe that’s the point - that in the unpredictability, the mess, the pouring out of our moulds we become more real, more aligned with what we’re meant to be