cosmic significance \ my take on Love

If Tom had learned anything… it was that you can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that’s all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence… Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now.

– Narrator, (500) Days of Summer

I always hear people say great, beautiful, idealistic statements regarding love – “One day, a person will walk into your life and make you see why it didn’t worked out with anyone else.”, “And then my soul saw you and it kind of went ‘Oh, there you are, I’ve been looking for you.'”

As cliche as these statements can be, once I thought that they are not pure fallacies – they are tangible facts, and there’s really this one person who’s made, tailored, just for me and myself only. I was 12 years old then.  Maybe. But as I grow to explore many other ideologies out there and ponder on more remarkable theories, goddamn, it doesn’t seem all so fairytale-ish. Now I may just pass off as Summer Finn from (500) eh? But for dear Summer here, she was emotionally wrecked by her parents’ divorce but nah, my folks are quite happily married with occasional squabbles.

Here’s what swayed me.

Movies: Guy meets girl at a club, in a pub, in a Las Vegas casino, goes on to have casual sex, falls in love with each other (after being friends with benefits?) Really? If sex was an activity that could coerce two souls into unison, bond them to take the vows of matrimony, I guess, in mere stereotypical fashion, that many men and women in the world would have been entitled to multiple spouses already.

Personal experiences: Sadly, I’ve never dated anyone seriously before. I lead the life of Bridget Jones (only without Colin Firth and Hugh Grant present in context), constantly disillusioned by twisted fantasies, entrapped in my own world. And actually I do foresee myself being this blinded career woman, forlorn and estranged with no men to date or touch (don’t judge) because the ‘nice ones’ are (a) taken, (b) too ‘high up’ for me, (c) jerks, (d) too whiny.


Summer: Well, you know, I guess it’s ’cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and… now he’s my husband.

Tom: Yeah. And… so?

Summer: So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was – it was meant to be. And… I just kept thinking… Tom was right.

Tom: No.

Summer: Yeah, I did. It just wasn’t me that you were right about.

While The Fault in Our Stars made me shed buckets, it wasn’t that fantastic that I could afford to watch it one more time. In fact I love realistic movies that make me learn things through plot twists and unexpected endings – with (5oo) being one of them. Caught it last year and last week actually, found it true as fuck.

Summer is a living irony of how some of us here claim that we don’t want to fall in love, but yet don’t want to miss a thing when we feel that the right one has arrived. Well, I guess it comes unexpectedly. Summer doesn’t believe in the works of fate and destiny. But somehow it worked out for her eventually. Probably such a ‘cosmic significance to a simple earthly event’ does hold true?

And Tom deserved to meet someone brand new because Summer totally treats him like shit. Man I’ve been treated like shit before, and that feeling of not being treasured, when you think that you actually mean something to a person whom you think was the one, is worse than getting ran over by a fucking truck. So of course Tom meeting Autumn was a pleasurable ending to my eyes.


I guess who we meet and what we encounter during these ‘cosmic-crossings’ are meant for a reason – adding volume to our capacities for love. People may hurt us along the way, fuck us up, and leave us hanging like lifeless rag dolls. Hopefully at the end of the day, you’ll let go of these people who won’t even cross puddles for you.

Be a Summer Finn who eventually accepts the amusing magic of fate and catches the one. Be a Tom Hansen who deserves new beginnings and fresh starts after a chapter ends.

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