Reasoning with my head

I’ve never liked the expression, “Everything happens for a reason.” I think it is the undercurrent of divinity that troubles me; I always find myself wanting to ask, “What reason?” which in turn leads to “Whose reason?”

I don’t really want to get into the whole guiding hand of God conversation here. That topic has been talked to death—at least in my own head, and probably the heads of others, except for those with the luxury of blind faith.

I think the expression that works better for me is, “All events in the past have led me to this very moment.” To think that only the positive events have led me here is to be ignorant—the wrong turns have as much weight as the correct turns, and blue sky days as much weight at days the blue sky turned yellow with smoke.

My life, as it is, is very good. I am very happy. Some would say that I am “blessed.” I think that I am lucky, and fortunate, and unlike three thousand plus people who died on September 11th, 2001, I am alive, which is something to be thankful for in itself.