Everything Happens for a Reason

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It may seem cliché and overused but it is true, everything does happen for a reason.  Every little thing from knocking a glass over, to meeting someone on the street all has a meaning and a purpose.  You probably won’t even realize the power and significance of a single moment until you reflect back on it, usually a long time after.

Not everything that happens to us is nice or enjoyable.  Rather, many occurrences in life can be quite terrible and unfortunate.  However, it is my belief that most of these terrible, unfortunate events NEED to happen for specific reasons.  I have often mentioned this out loud and have been deemed cruel and uncaring but that is okay.  I am not sorry for trying to make sense of the negative in a positive way.  Life, for no reason, was meant to be easy.  Life was meant to be hard because if it were easy, we wouldn’t learn anything at all and there would be no point in living.

Life is like a pond, with many different stones of all shapes and sizes being thrown into it.  Each stone causes ripples, each of a different magnitude.   After all the stones have fallen in, the pond’s surface regains its smooth composure as though nothing had happened.  Down in the bottom those stones rest, as memories.  When you look at this image in your mind, imagine that the stones are key events and the ripples are the aftermath.  If the stones had not fallen in, the ripples would never have occurred and if the ripples had never occurred, the pond would be empty.

There is always something that is going to happen to you and you may or may not like it.  However, you must not forget that these are the things that give you substance.  These events are the building blocks of who you are to become and what you have the possibility to be capable of.  There are no mistakes, there are only limitless possibilities.

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Why?

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Sometimes it’s really hard to not think about the question “why”.  It lingers in the dusty cupboard in the back room of all of our minds. Why?

Why am I here?  Why are you here? Why?  And there are no answers, only the whimsical theories of mysterious men.

Spirituality, I find, is often hard to comprehend.  Why is one spirituality deemed better over another?  Why is spirituality deemed wrong if it is not the same as our own? Why?

Why is my spirituality better?  Why is yours? Why?  And there are no answers, just the closed-minded theories of those unwilling to admit that they ask why too.

Everything is deemed destiny by few.  Some others do not agree.  Why would each of our lives have a purpose?  Why is it not just a big soup of nonsense?  And if it is, why does it exist? Why?

Why is my life important?  Why do you take part in it?  And there are no answers, just bangle-wearing women with foggy crystal balls and tarot cards.

And who really knows if there’s a god? Who really cares? And who really knows how far science can go? Who?

Maybe nothing I see is here and maybe there is no purpose. If that is so then why the need for survival?  Why the fight?  Why the passion, the fear, the dreams? Why the music and the screams?  Why do I run, and why do I seek, the answers to why, oh why, oh why?

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