Maybe things don't happen for a reason.
Maybe we're just grasping for ways to make sense of the chaos
around us. Maybe we're giving meaning to things that have no
meaning. Maybe were clinging to hope so hard we forget about
reality. What if we're wrong and nothing is meant to be?
We're just lost souls wondering endlessly, desperately
seeking comfort from the notion that things will work out in the
end no matter what. What if we've tricked ourselves into
believing that everything will be okay in the end just so we
don't have to face reality that maybe it
won't?