Everything happens for a reason, a little of a cliche but when times are tough it can get you through a lot-if you choose to believe in it. Everything happens for a reason has become a phrase that up until a couple years ago had no bearing whatsoever in my life. I wasn’t the most spiritual person but I always had a soft spot for beautiful quotes and poetry. And could never pass by the opportunity during my youth, to grab a blanket head out to the backyard and stare up at the stars in all their sparkling glory.
The lessons that life throws at us aren’t always in the prettiest wrapping and sometimes look like they’ve been through customs and back. But no matter what the lesson is, we owe it to ourselves to welcome it with open arms, move over and make some room.
Many people live their lives day to day and don’t spend anytime thinking that there’s a greater purpose out there. That these random events in their lives have no meaning and they go home everyday after a hard days work, wake up and do it all over again. Each having their own rhyme and reasons and there’s nothing wrong with that. We all walk different paths and all have our own crosses to bear.
Me on the other hand, I’ve always believed in there being fate, revelling in the idea of events in our lives being a part of a greater plan in this world, which can be less than idyllic at times, but brings much comfort. Finding solace and making connections to others past or present through their words for me is like a delicious bowl of ice cream to the soul- that may differ depending on your guilty pleasure.
But back to the idea that everything happens for a reason. Oddly enough, the very reason I started writing was because I felt I was at a crossroads in my life. I have been soul searching for the greater part of my adult life, although I hardly see myself as one, and to be honest filled my days with tv shows and workout videos, which can only take you so far. It got old fast, and that void that I felt wasn’t being filled like my PVR was or by my increased ability to do a kick ass leg kick. I knew that there was something missing and it all stated out one sleepless night on my iPhone notepad and grew from there.
Now, some may disagree and say that filling your days with workouts and tv will be unfulfilling and that working and having a purpose will help to fill that void. If you’ve read my other posts, then you know that’s not me. I’m not about work ethic, blame it on my generation, but I say that we have been able to have the time to so some soul searching thanks to all the generations before us. Are we ungrateful? I say no, we have been given many opportunities due to the hard work of generations and generations before us. I believe that we owe it not just to ourselves but to them to make something out of this life that we’re given. If that is having a job and making money then that’s great-more power to you. Everyone has to find their own happiness and everyone’s path is different. There’s no one size fits all when it comes to happiness and that’s the way it should be. Whether it takes you a minute, or a year or 25 years and counting like me, to find your way, the important thing is you find it. Ensuring that you try your best to tend to it so it can grow and continue to flourish.
In my opinion, and as time has revealed to me, the things that change the world come from the most humble and honest beginnings. The more I learn about them the more I see how they start out as mistakes and or frustration, and sometimes both. And I will always be grateful that potato chips was a result of the latter. But don’t worry, I would never think of myself to be one to change the world with my words, or even become famous for them. It’s just a feeling that I think many of us can relate to. The feeling that life has beat us down and we begin questioning what our purpose is in this world. For me, the last thing that I thought I would ever be capable of actually doing good, is the one thing I’m believing in myself most. Life’s ironic isn’t it? But I believe my fan club is still contained to my boyfriend and my mother which suits me just fine, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
So, I will continue to write for myself and write for the love of writing. As my favourite author the very talented Stephen King says ” to be a writer you must write a lot and read a lot”. So I will continue to write and read as much as I can. And on the days I don’t feel like writing or reading, against my better judgement, I won’t. I know that this a journey and that sometimes when you feel like sitting on the couch until you resemble a couch potato you should. And in my case when I just can’t stop writing, I won’t. I know I’m lucky to have the freedom to chose whether to be a couch potato or a writer one day at a time. That is something I hope I never lose, the ability to know the importance of having balance and trusting that it will all work out just fine in the end no matter which path I chose because I’m meant to be on it.
Now I’m going to be completely honest, as much as I’d like to be a great writer and become a part of readers hearts and minds, even just on a small scale, I probably never will. I have lots of faith in myself and will continue to do what I love regardless of the lack of fame and fortune I achieve. That is not why I write and I think ones who do write for those reasons becomes clear to the reader. So I can say that I will not reach the heights like Mr.King and I’m okay with that. Truth be told, there’s no more room on my bookshelves anyway, and as far as I’m concerned his books are an indelible part of my home.
I think I may have gotten a little off track, but what I’m trying to say is that I believe everything happens for a reason, I believe that things happen when they’re supposed to happen. That the job you didn’t get after the interview you’re sure you’ve aced, or the bus that you just missed that made you late was for a reason. That’s how I see it anyway. Maybe that’s reading into things too much and might be a little too new-age for some. It might even go so far as to discern that I am part of the millennials, and I proudly say that yes, I am. I don’t see the harm in believing there’s a greater purpose to our lives, that what happens to us is not just random. That the people we meet are the ones that we are supposed to meet.
And maybe, just maybe, if we are willing there is a lesson to be learned. If we pay close enough attention to it we will even be able to see the beauty in it. Now I’ve only been an inhabitant of this earth for 25 years but in my time I feel that I’ve lived well beyond those 25 years many times over.
So yes, I am a strong believer in the phrase everything happens for a reason. It has brought many people and things to my life in which has changed it for the better. And I won’t deny it has also made me want to crawl back into bed at times-which I did. But, when it’s all said and done I’m grateful for all the teachers in my life and all their shapes and forms they have come in. So I patiently wait for the next lesson that life will inevitably throw my way. I’ll remember to have faith, to trust and to believe, that it will in a twisted and roundabout way, help me see what’s been in front of me all along.
For now, I’ll keep reading and writing as I attempt to make sense out of this crazy, beautiful, tumultuous but without a doubt fortunate life that I have been given.
Until next time….