Everything happens for a reason. Reasons that have already been determined. This suggests that every aspect of our lives has already been formulated. That we are merely characters of an unwritten composition forced to carry out the preconceived plot. That every decision we think we are making was never really our choice, because the choice itself has already been made, and its effects have already been decided. So then what is the point of putting our energy towards the modification of unwanted circumstances? Then it would be foolish to attempt to alter our fate? Absurd to believe that the things that we do will make a difference? Because there is already predetermined course set out for us. Because regardless of the way we live, there will always be that force contradicting us, pulling our lives in the opposite direction. Because it was supposed to happen that way. It was supposed to happen for a reason.
There was that time you slipped on the ice, scraping your knee on the asphalt . Or that time a bright red Porsche splashed you with a raining spray of mud. But then too, there also was that time last week you forgot your lunch at home. Again. And what did you learn from those incidents? Those, and the countless other trivial affairs that continually plague the well-being of our life's sought after perfection. They are cracks in the mirror. Chips in the paint. Natural and unavoidable defects to our life's form. And what have they taught you? Ice is still slippery and you're still going to walk to school on a rainy day. Because you have to. And no one is going to blame you for it. Because what we take away from these experiences is nothing at all. Sometimes things just happen. There is no dot to connect. No new coordinate to discover on life's expansive road map. There is no lesson to be learned. So when someone tells me that things happen for a reason, I have to laugh. Because even though you fell once, you will eventually fall again. And it's bound to rain soon.
She stared down at her once pristine, white dress as shock dragged her jaw down. Heat seeped through the thin material making her skin prickle uncomfortably. The fresh coffee stain bloomed across her stomach like blood, and the dark liquid dribbled from the cheap foam cup and onto the wooden floor. The slight cough of the lady next to her called her back to reality. "Could you move, please?" She asked. The young woman in the white dressed stepped aside, closing her mouth. She had walked past that table every day for over a year. Why had she bumped into it now? Why did she have to ruin her perfect white dress? What was the point of it all? She shook herself and looked around, searching for napkins to wipe the floor. Then she wondered if she had time to run home and change before work.
I think everything happens for a reason. Good stuff and bad stuff happens to all people and it happens for a reason. People might think like why do bad things happen to them? Everything happens for a reason. Even good things happen for a reason. Every little thing happens for some reason. If something happened God did it for a reason. So I think everything does happen for a reason!
There was no method to her madness. Madness... That's not how she saw it. She was the future. She was genius. She was free. Everything, yet nothing. She wasn't sad. She wasn't happy. She wasn't really anything. She was free. She was exactly what she wanted, But that's not always best. She'd do what she wanted, Change her mind, And do it all again. She had no second thoughts, She had no regrets, She had no reasons. She didn't need them.
That car ride The tragedy it brought It happened on purpose To make you vulnerable Stronger than you were yesterday The sorrow and ache you felt Was to bring you joy later To discover a new realm You never knew existed I understand You hate this feeling The pain is overwhelming Engulfing you Screaming at you in a silent film Coughing your insides to the ground I'm sorry It shouldn't have had to happen this way But maybe, Just maybe, You'll finally understand One day
After what I've experience in my life, Ive grown to have new beliefs. Beliefs that most wouldn't agree with, but who cares. Nothing happens for a reason. Nothing is fair. Nothing is true. I believe in nobody, not even myself. It's almost like I'm in someone else's body that I don't belong in. I don't even know who I am anymore.
“Everything happens for a reason.” I heard my mother say for the one millionth time from down the stairs. It was all she had been saying lately. I slowly touched my burn on my face, the burn that would never be healed. “No it doesn’t.” I hissed back, trying to stand up, feeling the pain in my leg from the gun shot. I winced in pain, but I continued this was not going to beat me. I walked over to my mirror looking at my now disfigured body, hard to believe only months ago I was the top contestant for Miss. Teen USA. My face now horridly burnt, my body healing from the three gun shots I took to my stomach, leg, and right breast. My burns are all blistered over and becoming nice lovely scars. I went to brush my hair away from my face out of habit, but realizing all of my hair is now gone, burnt off. I saw the photos of me and him on the mirror corners. Me and him, him and me, my love and I, the one I ever loved. I could feel the rush of cold come around me. “Alice.” His cold breath hit my neck. I smiled to myself, “Alice, Alice, Alice. My lovely Alice bear,” “Not now,” I hissed to him limping to my bed. I lay down, feeling the warmth of the blankets enclose me. I felt the weight shift as he lay next to me. “I remember the first time I laid on your bed, Alice. I remember the thought that I was going to get lucky. Ha. Never happened, hey, look now I’m dead!” he laughed a piercing laugh that rang in my ears. I wanted it to end. He was always right there maybe he should have helped me that night, or just lay with me until someone helped us, like I did. He wanted out of that car that night couldn’t have waited. Maybe I shouldn’t of either. I popped two more morphine pills and rolled over. I felt him leave. “Why?” I whispered to myself. How everything does happens for a reason… such a lie, such a horrible, horrible lie. I wanted my hair, I wanted him back. I wanted my life back. I was eighteen years old, I wanted to leave. I tried to stand up again, I stumbled back again. My leg was almost numb from where the bullet went through it hit my nerves. I went to my bag on the floor and grabbed my car keys. I could still drive. The insurance bought me my new car. I stood up holding on to the railing. As I half stumbled half walked to the car my mom ignored me, “Perfect.” I whispered to myself. I opened the door slowly as if not to make noise. As I started it I drove fast. I needed to get away, I needed to be gone. My disfigurement had to be gone. I saw it, where I wished to die. I sped up, I was not going to stop, I never was. I felt free as I flew, free as a bird. Black. “Alice,” the smile in his voice could be heard. I looked over to him, he seemed more real he could touch my hand, he felt real. “Am I…” I trailed off. “Yes, yes my baby! Look at yourself!” he walked me over to a small pond near my car I saw my long beautiful blonde hair was back, no burns could be see, and no bullet wounds were to be healed. I was happy. I looked to him and smiled. Not everything happens for a reason, the burns and gun shots were pointless, being where I am now. Not even close to being pointless. I finally found something that happened for a reason.
How could everything happen for a reason. It does not make sense for every part of your life to be predetermined for you. You make your own choices and those choices equals more choices. There is no such thing as everything happens for a reason cause it's simplify not true.
Everything happens for a reason. Reasons that have already been determined. This suggests that every aspect of our lives has already been formulated. That we are merely characters of an unwritten composition forced to carry out the preconceived plot. That every decision we think we are making was never really our choice, because the choice itself has already been made, and its effects have already been decided. So then what is the point of putting our energy towards the modification of unwanted circumstances? Then it would be foolish to attempt to alter our fate? Absurd to believe that the things that we do will make a difference? Because there is already predetermined course set out for us. Because regardless of the way we live, there will always be that force contradicting us, pulling our lives in the opposite direction. Because it was supposed to happen that way. It was supposed to happen for a reason.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. Philosophical. I feel like I am reading Socrates.
DeleteThere was that time you slipped on the ice, scraping your knee on the asphalt .
ReplyDeleteOr that time a bright red Porsche splashed you with a raining spray of mud.
But then too, there also was that time last week you forgot your lunch at home. Again.
And what did you learn from those incidents? Those, and the countless other trivial affairs that continually plague the well-being of our life's sought after perfection.
They are cracks in the mirror. Chips in the paint.
Natural and unavoidable defects to our life's form.
And what have they taught you?
Ice is still slippery and you're still going to walk to school on a rainy day.
Because you have to.
And no one is going to blame you for it.
Because what we take away from these experiences is nothing at all.
Sometimes things just happen.
There is no dot to connect. No new coordinate to discover on life's expansive road map.
There is no lesson to be learned.
So when someone tells me that things happen for a reason, I have to laugh.
Because even though you fell once, you will eventually fall again.
And it's bound to rain soon.
There is no dot to connect. That is fabulous.
DeleteShe stared down at her once pristine, white dress as shock dragged her jaw down. Heat seeped through the thin material making her skin prickle uncomfortably. The fresh coffee stain bloomed across her stomach like blood, and the dark liquid dribbled from the cheap foam cup and onto the wooden floor. The slight cough of the lady next to her called her back to reality.
ReplyDelete"Could you move, please?" She asked. The young woman in the white dressed stepped aside, closing her mouth. She had walked past that table every day for over a year. Why had she bumped into it now? Why did she have to ruin her perfect white dress? What was the point of it all? She shook herself and looked around, searching for napkins to wipe the floor. Then she wondered if she had time to run home and change before work.
Does everything have to have an explanation?
ReplyDeleteDoes everything have to have a reason behind it?
Sometimes, just let it be.
Why did my dog die unexpectedly?
Why did my phone fall into a creek?
Just let it be.
Why do I sometimes cry without a clear incentive?
Why do I at times laugh at nothing?
Just let it be.
Why did I whack my head off the countertop?
Why did I step on a thorn?
Just let it be.
Does everything happen for a reason?
Does everything have to happen for a reason?
Sometimes we need to just let it be.
"And when the brokenhearted people,
Living in the world agree.
There will be an answer, let it be."
- The Beatles
I think everything happens for a reason. Good stuff and bad stuff happens to all people and it happens for a reason. People might think like why do bad things happen to them? Everything happens for a reason. Even good things happen for a reason. Every little thing happens for some reason. If something happened God did it for a reason. So I think everything does happen for a reason!
ReplyDeleteThere was no method to her madness.
ReplyDeleteMadness...
That's not how she saw it.
She was the future.
She was genius.
She was free.
Everything, yet nothing.
She wasn't sad.
She wasn't happy.
She wasn't really anything.
She was free.
She was exactly what she wanted,
But that's not always best.
She'd do what she wanted,
Change her mind,
And do it all again.
She had no second thoughts,
She had no regrets,
She had no reasons.
She didn't need them.
I am in love with this.
DeleteYou are getting really good at dark. But wow, this girl is in serious trouble! Submit.
DeleteThe title should be "Apathy"
DeleteThat car ride
ReplyDeleteThe tragedy it brought
It happened on purpose
To make you vulnerable
Stronger than you were yesterday
The sorrow and ache you felt
Was to bring you joy later
To discover a new realm
You never knew existed
I understand
You hate this feeling
The pain is overwhelming
Engulfing you
Screaming at you in a silent film
Coughing your insides to the ground
I'm sorry
It shouldn't have had to happen this way
But maybe,
Just maybe,
You'll finally understand
One day
Kaitlin,
DeleteI feel like this is something that could actually comfort and help somebody. It is really good. Submit.
After what I've experience in my life, Ive grown to have new beliefs. Beliefs that most wouldn't agree with, but who cares. Nothing happens for a reason. Nothing is fair. Nothing is true. I believe in nobody, not even myself. It's almost like I'm in someone else's body that I don't belong in. I don't even know who I am anymore.
ReplyDeleteThis is tragic, and beautiful.
ReplyDelete“Everything happens for a reason.” I heard my mother say for the one millionth time from down the stairs. It was all she had been saying lately. I slowly touched my burn on my face, the burn that would never be healed.
ReplyDelete“No it doesn’t.” I hissed back, trying to stand up, feeling the pain in my leg from the gun shot. I winced in pain, but I continued this was not going to beat me. I walked over to my mirror looking at my now disfigured body, hard to believe only months ago I was the top contestant for Miss. Teen USA. My face now horridly burnt, my body healing from the three gun shots I took to my stomach, leg, and right breast. My burns are all blistered over and becoming nice lovely scars.
I went to brush my hair away from my face out of habit, but realizing all of my hair is now gone, burnt off. I saw the photos of me and him on the mirror corners. Me and him, him and me, my love and I, the one I ever loved. I could feel the rush of cold come around me.
“Alice.” His cold breath hit my neck. I smiled to myself, “Alice, Alice, Alice. My lovely Alice bear,”
“Not now,” I hissed to him limping to my bed. I lay down, feeling the warmth of the blankets enclose me. I felt the weight shift as he lay next to me.
“I remember the first time I laid on your bed, Alice. I remember the thought that I was going to get lucky. Ha. Never happened, hey, look now I’m dead!” he laughed a piercing laugh that rang in my ears. I wanted it to end. He was always right there maybe he should have helped me that night, or just lay with me until someone helped us, like I did. He wanted out of that car that night couldn’t have waited. Maybe I shouldn’t of either. I popped two more morphine pills and rolled over. I felt him leave.
“Why?” I whispered to myself. How everything does happens for a reason… such a lie, such a horrible, horrible lie. I wanted my hair, I wanted him back. I wanted my life back. I was eighteen years old, I wanted to leave. I tried to stand up again, I stumbled back again. My leg was almost numb from where the bullet went through it hit my nerves. I went to my bag on the floor and grabbed my car keys. I could still drive. The insurance bought me my new car. I stood up holding on to the railing. As I half stumbled half walked to the car my mom ignored me, “Perfect.” I whispered to myself. I opened the door slowly as if not to make noise.
As I started it I drove fast. I needed to get away, I needed to be gone. My disfigurement had to be gone. I saw it, where I wished to die. I sped up, I was not going to stop, I never was. I felt free as I flew, free as a bird. Black.
“Alice,” the smile in his voice could be heard. I looked over to him, he seemed more real he could touch my hand, he felt real.
“Am I…” I trailed off.
“Yes, yes my baby! Look at yourself!” he walked me over to a small pond near my car I saw my long beautiful blonde hair was back, no burns could be see, and no bullet wounds were to be healed. I was happy. I looked to him and smiled. Not everything happens for a reason, the burns and gun shots were pointless, being where I am now. Not even close to being pointless. I finally found something that happened for a reason.
I can't take all the credit my girlfriend gave me the idea
DeleteHow could everything happen for a reason. It does not make sense for every part of your life to be predetermined for you. You make your own choices and those choices equals more choices. There is no such thing as everything happens for a reason cause it's simplify not true.
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