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Everything Happens

So, everything happens for a reason?

Everything....meaning...everything?

And for what reason?  Who decides the reason?  Could the reason change depending on the day....your mood?  Would two people have different reasons?

How about....everything happens.  Because, well, it does.  And it did.

The saying is flawed...but it's been plucked from the cosmos of information that surrounds us and used endlessly by those seeking comfort in the meaning they have assigned to a situation.

Everything is simply everything and reasons keep us embedded in the past - reasons help us avoid the present.  Reasons keep us from practicing gratitude.  Gratitude keeps us present.  In the present lies the power to comfort and soothe our pains...our woes...and even our fluttery desirous hearts that fly away from us when we are full of joy and wonder.  It doesn't always have to have a negative connotation.  It just so often, does.  So instead of claiming the empty and vacuous "Everything Happens for a Reason" choose instead to live as presently as possible.  Choose gratitude and realize that our lives have been directly shaped by the decisions we have made.  Regardless of circumstances outside of our own selves.  And your life will continue to be shaped by these same decisions.  It won't be shaped by reasons.

Besides, whos reasons were these things happening for?  And I dont know about you but I can't rememb er the last time I had a copy of His plan.

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