The Adjustment Bureau

When the heart chooses and you accept; be ware because you are going to be tested. Passing some of those tests requires risking everything and only then you will be able to write your own plan. This is what I got out of a movie I just watched. I haven’t thought that I would write on this blog of mine something about a movie I watched; however, The Adjustment Bureau was not like any other movie I watched. I got answers for questions could have turned my life upside down if they passed unanswered. That movie pretty much saved my life.

There is something I have been fighting for for more than six years now. All through that quest I have been hit hard constantly. Some of those hits were hard enough to knock me down and keep me there for a while. To be honest not only the hits that were knocking me down, but also the very fact that the hitters some times were people whom I loved. Every time I was down, something, I could not tell what, got me up to my knees and then without a moment of hesitation I was on my way again. That is, it was not about being down; it was what I did when I got up that really mattered.

The last hit was just yesterday, and that hit was different due to its timing. It came right after hearing a phrase still ringing in my ear (sorry I can’t reveal it here; I prefer keeping it for myself). Anyway, that phrase got me thinking for the first time whether that quest was worth it or not. It was just a thought which I am sure will never occur again because I am still holding that thing which gets me up whenever I am down. I was just worried that those hits meant to show me that I needed to diverge and take another way.

The Adjustment Bureau offered me answers which I would never get in a better way. It showed me that those hits were not signs telling me stop, take another way; rather, they were tests which I successfully passed. Those tests were like closed doors which I had no idea what was behind them. The only thing I knew was that I needed to pass through them if I wanted to pursue my aim. So, every time I was encountered by a closed door, I risked everything, opened that door and walked through well aware that both results were possible, success and failure.

Now I realize that there are going to be more closed doors ahead. I am not going to stop and deviate because of somebody’s door. Whatever it takes, I am going to smash it down and go on seeking myself. Such doors are the end of somebody’s plan; behind them is my own, and I have chosen mine to live.