“Coincidences are spiritual puns.”
― G.K. Chesterton
This story happened a couple nights ago; I had originally posted it, or a version of it, on my Facebook page. And now, as I sit in a coffee shop on a rainy afternoon the story came to me again, so I thought I would share it here. I had stopped out for a beer two evenings ago, which is not unusual for me. And I was reading a book by Dr. Wayne Dyre on my phone, which is also not that unusual for me. Yes, I've been known to read books on spirituality while in bars. This is the beauty of these mini hand-held computers we call phones, while it may look as if I am mindlessly scrolling through Facebook--which I sometimes do--I can actually stand at a bar and read and be in the privacy of my own head...in my own space, even in a crowded place. Anyhow, the author was discussing success and failure, and how there really is no such thing as failure, that it is just how it is perceived and that life is just one success after another. Hmpf, I thought to myself. Some of my past “failures” certainly seem real to me (even though they in fact continue to make me the person I am today, though I couldn't see it at the time). And then I started to think of some steps I want to take in my life in the (near) future. And of course the first feeling was fear and uncertainty. And then the next song came on the sound system; blaring. It was “Success,” by Iggy Pop, with him belting out the opening lines, “Here comes success...here comes success.” True story. The rest of my beer tasted especially good.