I had an interesting conversation with two of my new friends the other day. What started as a casual chat about their experiences on dating apps evolved into a deeper discussion about their respective pasts. One friend recounted meeting someone amazing once, only to discover that her Prince Charming had found his own Cinderella and lived happily ever after. Meanwhile, the other shared a story about how a pretty girl had asked him out directly just a while ago. He declined and confessed that he wasn’t ready for a relationship. Dang.
I may be a novice in this area, but from this conversation alone, I can conclude that ‘timing’ is the most crucial factor linking all romantic threads. If Prince Charming had appeared a few years earlier, who knows how my friend’s story might have turned out? (Would I have met her at all had she gotten married sooner?) If my other friend had accepted the pretty girl’s invitation, who knows whether they would have hit it off? (Would we even be friends now, I wonder?) While I can’t imagine the alternate version of their reality, I can truly grasp the irony behind the “right person, wrong time” saying. If love is mysterious, then time plays an even more peculiar role in the dance between two people.
I’m not sure why I’m tempted to write about this in the first place, but there is something about this concept of timing that feels unjust. I think it’s terrible how some people will meet the right one, mess it up, and then put the blame on poor timing. My thoughts, however, are with those people who can’t be together simply because they’re destined to cross paths on the wrong timeline. I mean, how can we tell whether the timing is right anyway when even Einstein himself has proclaimed that time is relative, making claims about it being right or wrong quite subjective? Should the confession of ‘love’ still be called ‘love’ when it’s not him who chooses you, but the timing?
I wish there were a switch to undo that particular thought, but maybe the “right person, wrong time” saying is not entirely accurate. If time deems it wrong, perhaps the right person should also be considered wrong. Let's not sugarcoat the hard truths. If two puzzle pieces don’t fit, we don't force them; we simply acknowledge that they don’t belong together.
It’s quite similar to my objection to the “wrong person, right time” saying: are you sure it’s truly the right time, or are you just guessing based on the fact that the universe doesn’t seem to interrupt you this time? But then again, isn’t time a relative concept? I shouldn’t be too quick to judge, should I?
Well, I won’t lie; my mind feels a bit quieter now that I've arranged and expressed all these thoughts. It perhaps demonstrates what I should have understood from the beginning: that time itself is relative, and so are our experiences. There is no definite answer to these general musings. Whether you agree with the sayings or question them insistently like me, every doubt will eventually come down to your own personal reflection. I can only hope that one day, we can all relate to the “right person, right time” saying, whatever that phrase means.
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