"I'll think of something. I always do." or "I'll figure something out. I always do."
This isn't as arrogant as it may sound. It is rather the voice of experienced desperation speaking. I began this kind of self-talk as a result of having survived some incredibly tight scrapes. Where shall I begin? How about the trusted friend who turned out to be a sociopathic coke head who scammed several thousand out of me on the currency of his AIDS condition then left me stranded in Edinburgh? Or soon after when on my first night in Amsterdam when I was robbed at knifepoint and narrowly avoided getting my passport stolen as well? Or the day after when some very unsavory looking individuals (I think they were accomplices of the guy who robbed me) were stalking me throughout Amsterdam? Or when we were out of money, had nothing to pay for food or rent and were close to getting evicted? Or when I was homeless and didn't have a clue where I would be staying that night?
To name a few.
I got through it all. And more. Sometimes through the kindness of friends. Sometimes the kindness of strangers. Sometimes the hand of God.
Honestly, I don't know really how I survived all this and worse but I got through it. I always thought of something even if it involved asking others for help and they weren't always willing, ready or available. Sometimes the crisis seemed to resolve itself. (Touch wood) I'm still here.
On the basis of accumulated experience I always say to myself now if I have lost something or if I am facing a crisis "Don't worry, I'll think of something. I always do." Really it is an affirmation of faith. Faith in God, faith in myself, faith in others and faith in the universe. I accept that nothing is random and that these are all threads being woven together into the tapestry that makes up our collective lives.
I don't feel alone in the universe. I never have. And I don't believe that I ever will.
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