Everything happens for a reason. It’s stuck to me since the first time I heard it. It gives me all the support I need when things go awry and topsy turvy and I need something to lean on. It gives me all the consolation I need and sometimes strengthens my resolve for the better. But it makes me wonder as I am sure it does for many others, “What does it mean?”
Is it true that we are born for a reason? Is it true that we strive unknown until our purpose on earth is fulfilled? What happens after that? My first novel series taught me that death is but the next great adventure. It confused my younger self more than I could ever express but now I feel I am closer to grasping the meaning but still yet so far.
So many instances particularly surrounding the people who closely escaped the 9/11 attack because of simple things like going back home for a change of clothes after spilling coffee on themselves or even getting stuck in an unusually long traffic jam makes me wonder if the thought that everything happens for a reason is indeed true.
People choose what they want to believe. But in this fast-paced world, with the current terrifying times and personal losses, people tend to overlook the simple, beautiful things in life. They miss the chirping of the birds outside the window, they miss the swaying trees and branches that dance to a tune known to no one but themselves before the pleasant showers. But few realise that they were probably meant to wake up today and that they were probably meant to do what they did.
Thoughts maketh a person. These are mine. What are yours?