Maybe
nothing’s meant to be. Maybe your pain doesn’t have a strategic way to appear
at some point in your life to make you grow, maybe you won’t understand it
later. Maybe it just hurts and there’s nothing more to it. Why do we keep
searching for reasons for every little thing?
Maybe we are here by accident, if you see, you’ll realize that we are a happy
chance of matter that developed into human beings. Maybe all the feelings and
thoughts and lessons and all that crap we call life, isn’t projected by some
kind of superior-right above the stars- force. Maybe we’re not handled by that
and maybe we have to take the blame for our own actions… maybe it hurts just
because it does, and it doesn’t mean there’s a balance somewhere further down
in your life… people die, it’s called life. Love come and goes. People get
sick, people go mad. Why shouldn’t they?
Maybe it's all random.
But it’s
scary to think this way, isn’t it? It scares the crap out of me.
Because if
you believe things happen for a reason, dude, you have to believe in God. And
where is he?
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