Wei Ji

The ancient Chinese word for crisis is Wei Ji; where the word Wei means crisis and the word Ji means opportunity. The implication is self-evident, in every crisis there's an opportunity. Whilst it is true that my life is going through an unprecedented crisis right now, a thought occurred to me today: What if in this crisis lay the biggest opportunity of my life.

It is no secret that I love Milena, more than she would ever know. We met under the most unusual of circumstances and very much by accident. 

I was leaving the Akhtar Saeed Trust Hospital in EME after having given a medicine ward test(oh the irony) and I saw a woman in a burka talking to a very dear friend of mine. Now this friend was having a hard time seriously listening to this burka clad woman and was very much laughing at her. I went up to him to see if everything was ok and well he was still laughing and left shortly thereafter. The lady in question was in tears and I stopped to listen to her, purely out of the sympathy I had for her as a fellow human being. 

It turned out that she was a matchmaker and was handing out flyers. I took a flyer home with me and placed it on the dining table without giving it much thought and forgot about it. A little while later my mother picked it up and sure enough she gave the matchmaker a call. After a few weeks the matchmaker put my mother into contact with Milena's mother. Shortly thereafter I saw Milena for the first time over a video call and there she was, as beautiful as a pearl in a sea shell.

Anyways a lot has happened since then; much of it by what many would call an accident. But was it all really just an accident or was it divine intervention. Call me a stupid fool all you want, but I think it was divine intervention. From how we met to where we are today, I sincerely from the bottom of my heart believe that it was all God's doing. Even me failing medicine is perhaps maybe a part of God's bigger plan of bringing us together.

Had I not failed medicine, I would not haven been here in time for Milena's father's return from abroad. Well I failed and I am very much here. Soon I shall be having what is arguably the single most consequential meeting I have ever had. It is by far the biggest opportunity of my life, a trillion times more important than any exams I may have passed or interviews I may have had. Am I nervous? Yes I am, for this meeting will play a pivotal role in determining the future of my relationship with Milena. It truly is my Wei Ji moment.

Suffice to say that all of this could very well just be speculation and perhaps a botched attempt by my subconscious to justify retrospectively my failure in medicine. But who knows, God does work in mysterious ways doesn't he?

Keep me in your heart for a while Milena, you'll be in mine forever and beyond.

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