Have you ever heard of the many-worlds theory? In 1957, a scientist named Hugh Everett III asked a question:
What if space and time are arranged so that every possible outcome exists somewhere?
Imagine. You flip a coin. While it is up in the air, two logical outcomes co-exist: heads or tails. The moment it lands, only one potential is fulfilled, say heads. What happens to the other potential?
Everett posits that the universe splits in two, creating a reality where the coin lands on tails, and takes it from there, building an alternate history where the only different thing, at first, is the outcome of a coin toss.
Just imagine. An infinite number of worlds where every possibility is realized, someplace, sometime.
This made me think about you (as if I needed an excuse to think about you).
In one universe, we never would have met. We would have gone through our lives, perfectly content to not have each other, happy with whoever else is there.
In another, we would have broken each other’s hearts. You and I would’ve been granted a chance, until we lose it somehow.
And somewhere, in a magical corner of space and time, we would have found each other heart-whole before anyone else, and you would have been my first love, and I would have been yours, with no one to come between us.
Yet here I am, and here you are. In this world, we found each other with histories, with scars. We found each other at the end of a long road littered with mistakes, with faith severely shaken.
But the important thing is that we found each other. The important thing is that here you are, and here I am, and by some miracle of grace, we are together. No matter how broken this world is, no matter how imperfect, I will take it over any paradise that doesn’t include you. In any world in any universe, I bless the path that leads to you.