The Universe, as defined by me refers to the interactions that take place between an individual and factors in his or her environment, and is based on the principle of a balanced exchanged between good versus evil. Thus defined, The Universe presents equally as many positive as it does negative opportunities; the goal is to concentrate on the good especially when it is most convenient to yield to the bad. Easier said than done, of course, The Universe isn’t all about fluffy bunnies and fantasmical flying unicorns; while I’ve cleaned up the expression out of respect for my audience, it is also known as The Tempestuous Lil’ Bugger that keeps me on my toes; one minute, it jettisons the fresh-made bread from my fingers into a mud puddle, and the next it graces me with a free ride on the bus. Let’s focus on the latter.
On the subject of buses and The Universe, the other day I experienced what felt like the most unlikely display of good fortune. The circumstances were as follows: Frustrated and bored with the rainy weather and persistent lack of internet, a sudden need to escape my apartment overwhelmed reason. I decided to take the bus to the Auchan supermarket all the while knowing that the desire to be outside was largely heightened by the reality that it was pouring and I had no umbrella or waterproof clothing of any kind. It was a risky endeavor because it had been storming heavily at intervals all day. A sound mind would have instead read a good book or taken a nap, but not I, who, seeing it as a worthy challenge, suited myself in my most weather-appropriate gear - jeans, a sweater, a pair of my Mom’s hand-me-down strapped leather sandals and a Samsonite back pack and headed out the door.
As if right on cue, the rain picked up its force as I stepped outside, causing me to pull over under the nearest covering and re-evaluate the situation. My considerations had not gone too far before there was a slight decrease in precipitation and I bolted out towards the street knowing it was now or never; besides, I’m a Floridian, storm clouds don’t scare me, although perhaps they should.
In a mixed state of elation and dismay, I saw the bus approach the stop after only walking about a third of the distance from my apartment. Feelings of doubt once again entered my mind at the dangers of running down the wet sidewalk to quickly cross the intersection before the bus, but I had long ago abandoned reason; I ran. For once, the rain gave me the advantage by slowing down the traffic just enough so I barely made it to the stop as the bus was pulling up. I couldn’t have timed it better if I had tried.
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