Universal Laws-The Law of Relativity
The Law of Relativity
By: Jennifer de Azevedo
The Law of Relativity states, “It’s not good or bad. It just it.”
I had a solid 10-hour drive to get home to Northern Utah from Mesa and was only 3 hours in. My morning of driving had been pleasant, but I was becoming increasingly aware of my bladder feeling more and more full. I knew I was going to need to find a place to stop soon. Despite my needing to pee, I was feeling a little sleepy, so I opened a bottle of Diet Coke that had been sitting on my passenger seat. It exploded in my lap. Half the contents fizzed out all over my cute and comfy travel clothes and steering wheel. “Awesome,” I thought. “What the hell could I have been thinking to create this?” I attempted to mop up the dark brown puddles in my lap with the box of Kleenex I always have in my car. Having just spent 3 days being very aware of how I think at an event designed to help people think better, I tried to apply one of the universal laws I was learning about as I wondered if this explosion would stain one of my favorite sweater dresses. “Alright Jen,” I thought. “Let’s go with the Law of Relativity on this one. It’s not good or bad…It just is. It’s just a shirt and I still have a beautiful adventure ahead of me.” I threw the pile of brown-stained tissues on the passenger side floor of my car and turned up the music.
A few miles up the road I came across an offramp with a gas station in a place called Munds Park (It looks just like it sounds). It didn’t look like the safest place for a traveling girl to stop, but I was bursting at this point. As I jumped out to pump gas an extremely disheveled man (and that’s being polite) approached me and asked if I could buy him gas. At this point in time, I was on a VERY limited budget and was rationing my own funds, so I could get back home. I told the man, I couldn’t help. He looked angry and stepped closer like he was going to argue with me. Then he looked me up and down. I was covered in a poo-brown colored stain. After staring at me for a few seconds he said, “Alright,” and left. I hurried to finished pumping my gas and use the restroom as I didn’t want him to come back and confront me again.
The second I was back in my car with doors locked I said a prayer of thanks for the coke that exploded in my lap, making me look unkempt and disheveled and, perhaps, helping me avoid an unsavory situation.
“It’s not good or bad…it just is.” We assign meaning to things that aren’t necessarily correct. In America, for instance, we consider a bird flying overhead and dropping poop on us a gross thing. In other countries around the world it’s considered a lucky omen. We get to decide what is good and bad in life.
When we choose to see the positive in any situation, we move through the tough stuff quicker and maintain a higher vibratory state which, ultimately brings us more desirable circumstances. The most successful folks on earth aren’t lucky all the time. They face the same things we do, they’ve just learned how to think positively about them. They assign positive meanings and therefore continue to get positive results.
Maybe an exploding coke could be just what you needed…