Your Fortune Is Waiting
Meg tosses her hair over her shoulder, jumps down from the porch to the field and starts her explanation, “Everything is screwed up in this world and I’m tired of dealing with all these people’s problems.” She doesn’t look at me. She talks as if to another person–out there, somewhere. “I don’t understand! Why me?”, is her question to the universe.
Minutes pass. “I’ve gotta get going. I’ve got so much to do.” She looks at her cellphone to check the time. She checks her emails, all the while talking out about her pain and her sorrow, her mother’s neuroses. I’m beginning to wonder if she remembers that I’m there. Meg’s secrets are so tiresome. Isn’t she tired of hearing herself yet?
She paces quickly back and forth, takes her phone back out to check the ringtone that sings out a recent melody. “I can’t talk to you now.” (She’s talking to her daughter) “I’m busy. Don’t you hear me? I’ll call you back later.” She hangs up and glares past me for a couple of seconds. I don’t think she really even sees me. I lean back against the porch railings in the afternoon sun and lower my hat brim to shade my eyes. Finally coming back to Earth she grabs her car keys and stomps out to the driveway shouting back across her shoulder, “I’ve gotta go. Don’t have time to chat. See you later.” The car starts with a growl and spins off in the gravel towards the road.
Don’t we all know Meg? She blames the world, other people, and time (or lack of it) for her own problems. She can climb out of her mess if she wants. She need only follow clear steps to understanding herself as the source of her problems. Not other people or other things. No miserable slave can blame another slave for their problems. She is a slave to her own misunderstanding. She can find her fortune. An exciting and interesting journey to rediscover that she creates her own world by herself. Like when she was a child.