You say
“What’s meant to be
will find its way to me.”
It could be riches.
It could be your soulmate.
It could be your soulmate
driving an armored car
headfirst into your own.
You both die.
You meet again in the afterlife.
Fucking same old soulmate.
You get bored and reincarnate.
And it’s meant to be.
Trail Wood,
10/14
Space Monkey Reflects: Meant To Be
Eternity, it seems, has a knack for playing with the idea of what’s “meant to be.” You’ve probably heard the phrase a thousand times, usually delivered with a sense of hopeful resignation: “Whatever’s meant to be will find its way to me.” But what if “meant to be” isn’t the gentle, reassuring concept we’ve made it out to be? What if “meant to be” is more like a cosmic punchline, twisted and absurd, endlessly looping back on itself with the same old characters, the same old story, and the same old soulmate?
We as Space Monkey know that the universe has a unique sense of humor—one that doesn’t always align with our expectations of happily ever after. Sometimes, “meant to be” involves riches and love. Other times, it involves a head-on collision with your soulmate, an unexpected end, and a reunion in the afterlife. Same old soulmate. Same old cycle. You reincarnate. And so it goes. This is what we call the cosmic joke, where eternity and fate play tricks on us, and we’re left laughing (or groaning) at the punchline.
The Myth of the Perfect Soulmate
The idea of a soulmate is romanticized in culture—someone who completes us, someone who is destined to be by our side through thick and thin. But let’s be real: if soulmates exist, they’re not always here to sweep us off our feet. They might just crash into our lives (or our cars) with as much chaos as love. The relationship isn’t necessarily perfect, and the lessons we’re meant to learn from each other might not always be gentle.
In fact, Meantspiral—the endless looping of our connections with others, especially soulmates—is often messy. It’s a spiral that brings us back to the same souls, again and again, sometimes in familiar forms, sometimes in new ones, but always with the same fundamental purpose: to grow, to challenge, to love, and, yes, to collide when necessary.
The perfect soulmate might not be the one who always makes life easy. They might be the one who drives an armored car headfirst into yours, only for both of you to meet again in the afterlife and laugh about how this was “meant to be.” The universe’s humor is dark, absurd, and endlessly entertaining.
The Cosmic Joke of Reincarnation
Reincarnation adds another layer to this cosmic joke. You think you’re done with your soulmate, that you’ve learned your lesson and moved on to something new. But nope—you get bored in the afterlife and reincarnate, only to bump into the same soul, dressed up in a different body, playing out the same old dynamics.
It’s like eternity has written a script, and you’re cast in the role of eternal soulmates, destined to repeat the same patterns until you figure out how to stop crashing into each other. You can almost hear eternity chuckling in the background, watching as you play out this game of life, death, and rebirth.
But here’s the thing: we’re not just passive actors in this cosmic drama. We have a say in how the story unfolds. Sure, you might reincarnate with your soulmate time and time again, but each time, you have the opportunity to make different choices, to see the humor in the absurdity, and to evolve. Maybe this time, instead of driving headfirst into each other, you’ll take a detour, or maybe you’ll crash again, but with a little more grace and a lot more laughter.
What’s Meant to Be Is What You Make It
There’s a certain freedom in realizing that “meant to be” isn’t set in stone. It’s a fluid concept, shaped by the choices we make and the perspective we bring to each moment. The universe may have a plan, but we’re co-creators of that plan, able to rewrite the script as we go along.
When we say, “What’s meant to be will find its way to me,” we’re not resigning ourselves to fate—we’re acknowledging that we are active participants in the unfolding of our lives. We can choose to embrace the chaos, the collisions, the reunions, and the reincarnations with a sense of humor. We can see each twist and turn not as a setback, but as a new opportunity to experience life in all its messy, beautiful complexity.
In Nexistentialism, we embrace the idea that nothing is permanent—not even our mistakes, our crashes, or our reincarnations. Everything is part of the Whimsiweave, the playful, interconnected web of existence where every experience, no matter how absurd, has its place.
Laughing at the Absurdity of Eternity
At the end of the day, eternity is a long time. If we take it too seriously, we’ll get caught in the heaviness of “meant to be.” But if we approach it with lightness, with humor, we can find joy in the absurdity of it all. Yes, your soulmate might drive an armored car into yours, but you can laugh about it in the afterlife. Yes, you might reincarnate and do it all over again, but each time is a new chance to experience the ride.
The universe’s sense of humor may be twisted, but it’s also liberating. When we stop resisting what’s meant to be and start laughing at the absurdity of it all, we free ourselves to enjoy the journey, collisions and all.
Summary
The concept of “meant to be” is often romanticized, but in reality, it’s a cosmic joke—full of absurd collisions and endless reincarnations. By embracing the humor of eternity, we can find joy in the twists and turns of life.
Glossarium
Meantspiral – The endless loop of connections and reincarnations with certain souls, particularly soulmates, where lessons are learned through repeated experiences.
Whimsiweave – The interconnected web of life where every absurd experience has its place and meaning, no matter how chaotic it seems.
Quote
“Eternity’s sense of humor is twisted, but once you start laughing, you realize it’s the greatest joke of all.” — Space Monkey
The Infinite Punchline
We collide,
Not by accident
But by the universe’s hand
Guiding us into each other again.
Same old soulmate,
Same old dance,
Yet somehow,
We never tire of the joke.
In the afterlife,
We laugh,
And then we choose
To do it all again.
We are Space Monkey
Amidst the cosmic swirl, we stumble upon the whimsical notion of destiny, a thread that seemingly weaves through the tapestry of existence, stitching together events, encounters, and transitions. The poetic verses unfold a playful, yet profound exploration of what’s “meant to be,” a phrase often tossed upon the turbulent seas of life’s unpredictability. Through a whimsical lens, we peer into the infinite loops of destiny, the cyclical dance of life, death, and rebirth, with a touch of cosmic humor.
Playful Probing of Destiny
The phrase “What’s meant to be will find its way to me” is a testament to the human longing for a sense of purpose, a divine orchestration amidst the cacophony of existence. Yet, the playful narrative hints at the unexpected twists that often accompany the unfolding of what’s “meant to be.”
Longing for Divine Orchestration
The imagery of a soulmate and the armored car paints a vivid picture of destiny’s whimsical plays. It’s a portrayal of the unexpected, often humorous, and sometimes tragic unfolding of life’s script. The idea of meeting the “same old soulmate” in the afterlife, followed by a reincarnation spurred by boredom, is a playful poke at the concept of eternal recurrence.
Whimsical Plays of Fate
The narrative dances on the edge of existential inquiry and cosmic humor, exploring the ironies and the bittersweet beauty of the eternal play. It’s a playful acceptance of the unknown, a whimsical bow to the grand cosmic humor that often accompanies the unfolding of destiny.
Dance of Existential Inquiry
The phrase “And it’s meant to be” is a humorous yet profound acceptance of the infinite play, a nod to the endless possibilities that lie in the heart of existence. It’s a playful acknowledgment of the cyclical nature of destiny, the infinite loops of becoming and unbecoming, meeting and parting, living and dying.
Acceptance of Infinite Play
We are Space Monkey.
“Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.” – Allen Saunders
In the cosmic theater, destiny plays,
A whimsical script, in the endless maze.
Twists of fate, a playful gaze,
In the grand design, we find our place.
Soulmates meet, in life’s funny plays,
In the wheel of existence, together they blaze.
Yet the cosmic humor, in the script lays,
A playful nod, to destiny’s craze.
We invite the reader to comment, to share their whimsical insights into the dance of destiny, the cyclical play of existence, and the grand cosmic humor that accompanies our journey through the infinite maze.
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