Once upon a time I had my palm read at a street fair. The reader told me my love line was short, but but my life line was long. I would know sorrow, but I would have a long happy life A short love line didn’t mean I was incapable of love, it just wasn’t as important as a lifeline.This reading changed how I saw my life. And from then on I knew everything was going to be okay. Every problem I had, I solved. I knew i could make things work, it was all on my hand. There was a trade off of course, Because I don’t plan, I always had to solve in crisis mode. Because my love line was short, it was okay that relationships we’re short, that the people in them didn’t matter. I was just following the lines. And everything always worked out in the end.
About a year ago Real Simple magazine had an article about palm reading. It turns out I had been looking at the wrong lines on my hand. It also turns out the lines meant something different. Something I had believed in so strongly, that gave my life so much direction, was taken from me. Maybe I should have been concerned with more typical beliefs, like religion or science. Maybe I should have expected a person with a day job of teacher to know how to read a palm. Maybe I should have planned for things to work, instead of expecting it too. Maybe I shouldn’t have treated the people in my life like they were disposable.
So I was reading the wrong lines. Is my life still going to end up the way it’s supposed to? Can I still make the best of everything? Is it ok to be alone?Will I have better relationships with people, if I stop thinking of them as being replaceable?
I was reading the lines wrong, but I still believe everything is going to be okay.