Opportunity knocks more than once

Ever met someone who reminds you strongly, sharply of someone else? Even when they don’t look alike, sound alike or seem to have anything in common? What about situations that seem to keep repeating over and over again? We date the same kind of person, our spouses remind us of our teachers, our friends treat us the way our siblings did.

I think we start our lives with a list of things to be done. There are relationships to be built, conversations to be started & completed, memories to be revisited, hurts to be forgiven, actions to be completed. It is all unfinished business.

I remember hearing someone define ‘Kalyug’ as the age where nothing would be carried over to the next birth but avenged, paid back and completed in this birth itself. I don’t know whether that is so or not. But it does seem to make good sense to me to finish all that I came to this birth for. The universe provides me endless ways to do it. I discern patterns, some of which I can’t quite explain the logic for but I see them anyway.

Absence of proof is not proof of absence

said my mathematics teacher and those words underline how I receive these impressions.

There are people I feel a strong…I can’t define the feeling, can only feel its intensity…connection to. These connections are usually characterized by a strong awareness of the person when they enter the room (and my life). I am much more sensitive to their words and actions and feelings than to other people, which means that I am more perceptive about them as well as more prone to being disturbed and even hurt by them.

I’ve examined thoroughly what it is I find so familiar in certain people and I find it is often residual feelings or unfinished conversations. Often I’ve had the same person come back into my life….old friendships that just died away for no apparant reason, almost-forgotten-but-really-not-really loves…..people who have impacted me deeply at one point of time and have been ‘cleanly shut away’. And I find I keep running into the person again and again and again until I finally sort it out. And a few times, when I just haven’t been able to, I’ve find other people who remind me of that person, I find myself in familiar situations and having to deal with the same things. It is sort of like life sending me surrogate situations to learn the same lessons.

This is unfinished business coming back to pester me to finish it. These are examples of opportunity knocking more than once, in different bodies this time. And these are only people. There are things I’ve felt I should do, things I’ve felt I was meant to do, some ways of being that I felt I was born for.

Some of them didn’t fit into the way I had envisaged my life…..things like writing and art and music, things like taking leadership, things like being protector instead of protected. Some of them went totally against my beliefs of who I was and wanted to be. But somehow I’ve found I can’t dodge them. Writing and art continue to haunt me, ideas nudging my logical processes gently and then more persistently till I have no peace of mind until I’ve written or painted. Writing threatens to take me over and carry me away like a river. I fell into blogging entirely by mistake and without my realizing it has grown far beyond what I thought. It is like the ideas and words control me and not the other way round.

Invariably I land up in situations where I end up taking charge, regardless of how inadequately prepared I am. I never thought of myself as a strong person, the kind who could protect and lead others but somehow when the situations arise, it is like someone else has taken over my body and mind and is commanding me to go through the actions to take on the role.

I have no clue what happened when my grandfather died, four years ago. One moment I was an average youngster, sniveling over the boyfriend who had dumped me and grousing about the hopelessness of the education system and my life. Another moment I was rock-solid, dry-eyed fortress into which my family could retreat and feel their sorrow. I didn’t cry a tear….and it wasn’t that I was holding back. I just didn’t feel the need to break down at all, I just knew instinctively that I had to be the wall that held against this storm and sheltered my family from the horrendous pain they were feeling.

It hasn’t followed a pattern. I am not innately strong, especially when it comes to letting go of people I’ve loved. I brood and hurt and grieve long after everyone says I should really stop feeling sorry for myself. It is a bad feeling, especially since I feel that this is my real nature and those odd moments of strength came from an outside force that was just using my body as a vehicle at that time.

As I can see it, I am too small to be ever able to comprehend the enormity of the patterns. What I can do is keep noticing more and more and trying somehow to understand. There are enough of clues; the more I look, the more I find. Besides there is comfort in the fact that when I do miss an opportunity, it will come back and knock again.

Also cross-posted on IFSHA.

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IdeaSmith is the digital doppelgänger of Ramya Pandyan. I am a writer-storyteller. I work as a Content Specialist, consulting, training and delivering Social Content that drives conversations & builds communities. Tweet me at @ideasmithy or write to me at Ideasmithy[at]gmail[dot]com.

9 Responses to Opportunity knocks more than once

  1. Shreyasi says:

    I suppose we’ve all had similar experiences at least I’ve had and sometimes am so frustrated with a pattern which others dont see or when I don’t know how to get out of that pattern, that I feel like jumping off the cliff…
    But wiser people say that deal with it here and now, lest we run out of time, perhaps?
    Rationalisations dont work it is just to be with the being…wonder why I resonate so much with you, the unfinished business or is it something else…

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  2. Unfinished business? Oh, I think I know a thing or two about that! :-)

    I think you’re extremely lucky because most of us don’t seem to get a second chance and, on the rare occasion that opportunity chooses to revisit us, we’re unable to recognise it.

    Nice post!

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  3. ideasmith says:

    @ Shreyasi: An exchange of ideas if nothing else?

    @ GhostofTomJoad: My belief is that if we miss it the second, third or even the fourth time, it will still keep turning up again till we answer the knock.

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  4. Ranjan says:

    It’s a very reassuring perspective. I guess they are like angels who look for people who are ready for the booty they offer. And they keep checking back?!!

    @Shreyasi: am so frustrated with a pattern which others dont see or when I don’t know how to get out of that pattern, that I feel like jumping off the cliff… Not a bad idea! Maybe u’ll enjoy the view of a paraglider!! (No disrespect intended)

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  5. Shreyasi says:

    Ranjan,
    I love bungee jumping for that matter :-)
    What is so disrespectful about a paraglider’s view?

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  6. wiseling says:

    @idea: wow. this puts to paper the random thoughts that swirl around in my mind, just barely out of reach… i guess one is forced to confortont one’s place when confronted by life.. it’s good to know (or atleast believe) that more chances will come a-knocking… there are some things that just shouldn’t stay sleeping dogs..
    beautifully written, and i’m glad you fell into blogging :)

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  7. ideasmith says:

    @ Ranjan: That’s another way of looking at it. My egoistic “I know what’s best for me” self does not let me see them as actual people but just situations that keep repeating. But its the same thing really.

    @ Shreyasi: I wonder too! ;-)

    @ Wiseling: Thank you….I am glad I fell into blogging too….you have no idea just how my confidence in my ideas has been boosted by knowing that other people think so too!

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  8. Ranjan says:

    @Shreyasi: Jumping out of frustration was a bad idea, I thought. I was just taking care that I didn’t ruffle any feathers.
    Glad u love bungee jumping.

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