The Thing I Like About …

Timer: the part where the father’s girlfriend says she removed her timer.

In Timer, a technology – never particularly explained – exists whereby the wearers can know when they will meet their one true soul mate. If your timer is blank, it is likely because your soul mate doesn’t have a timer. Once the timer counts down to zero, when you actually meet your soul mate – some time in the next 24 hours – your respective timers will beep together. And then you’ll know who you’ll be spending the rest of your life with.

Very romantic.

Except your timer may be telling you that you’ll be 43 before you meet your one true love. Or maybe it stays blank forever because your true love is too lazy to get a timer, so you’ll just wander around in perpetual wonderment, feeling like a chump. Or maybe you fall in love with someone who isn’t your “one true love”, and you spend your life feeling like everything’s just temporary.

And maybe it’s all just a huge self-fulfilling prophecy. Maybe since you “know” who your one true love is, you don’t bother to struggle, or question; you don’t bring your fears of rejection or heartache, because you know you won’t be experiencing those. Maybe it wouldn’t really matter who it was, because you trust your timer, and you put your heart where it says to go.

The main character’s father lives with a woman who has removed her timer. When she’s asked why she had it removed, she explains, “Well, your father’s not my One, but I love him, so …”

She’s chosen with her present heart, rather than waiting for some “One” that had yet to appear in her life. She’s chosen with her present heart, so that she can live and love and be happy now.

In the real world, we long to find our “One” – that person who we are guaranteed – guaranteed – to be with happily ever after, forever. But when we wait for that guarantee, we lose out on today, on this moment, on this experience, on this person to whom our hearts are drawn. When we wait for that guarantee, we don’t allow ourselves to learn, or grow, or change, but instead stay distressingly constant as we give our power to whomever or whatever we feel will offer that guarantee.

When we wait for guarantees, we die a little, and we don’t make room for the love we’re feeling, or for the life we want. When we accept that there aren’t any guarantees, we can make a decision. When we accept that there aren’t any guarantees, our hearts can fulfill their own prophecies. When we accept that there aren’t any guarantees, we can be happy right now.

What are you waiting for?

 

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