Random ramblings of a bored clinician in the wee hours of a new year...
Remember how I said 2014, for the most parts, was going to
be remembered as the year we planned our wedding? Well, I guess I was
right... For the most parts.
But 2014 will also be remembered as the year I finally got
married to the Girl of My Dreams (GOMD). Yes. I just said it. I know it
sounds a bit cheesy, but when I was younger I once wrote a list of 27
things I'd expect to find in the GOMD. The list included shallow things
like how she'd be pretty and kind and God-loving etc, to specific (and
somewhat peculiar) stuff like how she can speak really good english, how
she'd totally get my brand of humour, how I'd expect her to be able to
speak in a thick British accent and how she's exactly 32% sarcastic, 25%
a hipster etc etc.
The thing is (and little did I know) I've gone ahead and
set the bar pretty high for myself. In fact it may seem a little out of
my reach even at that time. So I set myself out on an adventure (or a
vendetta, I would sometimes convince myself) in search for the GOMD. At
first, the search was filled with much enthusiasm and spirit, but hope
of such a discovery began to wane with time. I would equate my
predicament to the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence (otherwise
known as the SETI project), which was a really big thing back in its
time. The SETI project, in which scientists would send out radio signals
to space and then wait and listen with a vast radio telescopic network
for signals that resembled coded intelligence, launched in the 1960s.
Back then, they were really certain they'd pick something up but as the
years went by, the deafening silence from the rest of the universe
simply meant that they (or rather, we) are really alone in this universe
(u know what, writing about SETI actually got me curious so I went and
googled about it. Turns out Congress defunded SETI IN 1993 but the
search continues on private funds, probably by groups of atheists and
fans of IFLS website) and that they should really give up (and they
eventually did, sort of).
Ok maybe I digress a bit.
The point is if the odds of me finding the GOMD was, at
that time, say, a septillion to one i.e. 1 followed by 24 zeros, then as
the years went by, the odds will also increase with time (since I was
giving out signals to the rest of the known universe and not getting any
back) and therefore at that very moment before we met... The odds of
me finding the GOMD was like an octillion to one, which is
1 followed by 27 zeros!
1 followed by 27 zeros!
OK so that's not the point I'm trying to get to but I'm almost there. Bear with me, just a little longer.
The thing is I found out later that those 27 qualities
weren't enough to make the GOMD. You see in order to make the GOMD, the
conditions had to be perfect and specific... And that was when I found
out that it's not just 27 specific qualities but 57820! All of which had
to be met exactly or the GOMD would never came to be! So taking all of
that into account, the odds of me finding the GOMD who would be perfect
for me was close to a terrazillion to one, and that's like... I dunno
how many zeroes!!!
OK more metaphors... But I'm getting there! You'll see!
It's like the Big Bang/Evolution vs Creation theory you
see... For our world to be formed, it had to meet all 2037489 known
parameters necessary for a planet to support life (Intelligent design,
anyone?). Miss any one of those, even by a nano fraction, and the whole
thing falls apart! In fact the odds against life in the universe is so
astonishing that to claim all this came to be by accident, like a freak
of nature, entirely left to chance, would seem absurd, don't u think? It
would be easier to believe that an intelligence created these perfect
conditions than to believe that the life-sustaining Earth and the
universe just happened to beat all that inconceivable odds, right?
Well, that's just what it is. Because against all odds, I
found you. And you've met all the other criteria (yes, the other 57793
my 15 year old self didn't even think to conceive). I didn't even know
what were all the specific conditions in order for the GOMD to exist. I
had no idea what would make her perfect for me... Until I met you, and
you are perfect for me.
How then can anyone say that you and me "just happened" by
chance? The notion that we just happened to meet and fall in love with
each other and then find out we are everything (and more) we ever wanted
in another is like random numbers/forces/atoms hitting/colliding at
each other seems to defy common sense itself, and I refuse to believe
that.
And if the planet we live in, and the universe that
contains it must be created by a Supreme Intelligence, then surely our
chance (which is no chance at all, but rather, fate) meeting must be
pre-arranged by that very same Being, and that being (no pun intended)
God, then surely 2014; the year we finally got married, is by no mistake
what God has intended for us, right?
Going by that theory, we have no reason to fear what comes
tomorrow (which happens to be the year 2015) because we know who holds
our futures in His hands. I believe God brought you into my life. That
He created the heavens and the Earth (and the rest of the universe) and
then created you for me, and me for you. It's weird (by the world's
standard) to be as happy as we are together. And its only normal to fear
that this happiness cannot last forever (going by, once again, the
worldly standards). But because He lives, I know we can make it through
anything.
I think I finally made my point (you got it, right? Didn't
you?). So yeah... I love you darling. And I'm so glad you're in my life.
Even more so that you're my wife.
