Sending Out an S.O.S.

So today, I walk into work and as I head to the bathroom to change out of my sweaty bike clothes, I look down and see an upside postcard leaning against the wall.

The postcard has an image of a message in a bottle with the name DAVID written on the bottle.

I ignored it and went to change.

When I came back, it was still there and I paused, hesitating, wanting to pick it up.
But I thought "well my name is not David" and I continued on by.

Because maybe there is a David and that is for him. Maybe whoever left it knows he will see it and will pick it up and read it and it will make his day or change his life or make him cry or who knows!

Or, ya know, it was just somebody's trash.

But it made me wonder if maybe there is a note out there with my name on it.
A card or maybe even a bottle.

We are always looking for "a sign" (whatever that means) to help us make that next step in life.
We all want to think that there is some hand guiding us, a puppet master, or even just fate, something that is directing us to make the decisions we make.

But really, there isn't.
I can try to blame karma all I want but in the end, the reason anything happened to me, was because I made it happen.
I made the choice to quit my job and be unemployed.
I made the choice to ride a bike and not pay enough attention.
I made the choice to place an ad on the internet looking for love.

Whether the results are good or bad, you made the choice.

But dammit, I still want that postcard.
If only for it to say:

"You are doing ok."