I’ve tried to convince myself time and time again that everything happens for a reason. That every event in life is part of my fate, or puts in place a little piece of my destiny. I’ve tried to believe that every happening, no matter how slight, is brought to life by a spark in the atmosphere, and thus has direct intention and conviction.
I’ve tried to convince myself of this many times. But as my life has played out, I’ve reached the conclusion that this simply isn’t true – this isn’t how life works. Sometimes things just happen that are beyond our control. Sometimes these are unprecedented miracles, and other times these are heavy burdens, glaring us in the eyes. Whether they are good or bad, they may have no logical explanation. They may be built on the sheer unknown, rather than on hard facts. And although it’s comforting to believe in the meaning behind all things, I now firmly believe that not everything happens for a reason.
Awful things happen in this world – tragic, heartbreaking events every day. I don’t feel “comfortable” finding solace in these tragedies by persuading myself that these things are all backed by reason. I don’t think that every event in this world, has a rhyme or reason. I don’t think that when we go through hard times we automatically come out stronger, brighter, or happier.
Anandamayee 