Just keep telling yourself that everything happens for a reason
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how random life is, and how one or two tiny decisions or chance encounters end up snowballing and boom!-five or ten years later you’ve developed this whole life based on coincidences.
I’m one of those people who like to toss around phrases like “whatever is meant to happen, will happen,” or “it will all work out how it is supposed to.” I don’t really believe those things anymore. I mean, yes, it will all “work out,” but who is to know if it will work out how it is supposed to? I think we believe in fate so that we don’t have to torture ourselves over the decisions we make.
This is all no doubt a healthy process, at least for people who aren’t completely masochistic. Things don’t happen for a reason… they just happen… and then you’re left with nothing but introspective-material and complaints for your blog. =P
I’m one of those people who like to toss around phrases like “whatever is meant to happen, will happen,” or “it will all work out how it is supposed to.” I don’t really believe those things anymore. I mean, yes, it will all “work out,” but who is to know if it will work out how it is supposed to? I think we believe in fate so that we don’t have to torture ourselves over the decisions we make.
This is all no doubt a healthy process, at least for people who aren’t completely masochistic. Things don’t happen for a reason… they just happen… and then you’re left with nothing but introspective-material and complaints for your blog. =P