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17 de julho de 2013

It's all random

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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