Thoughts on living

You are here, somewhere.

You are here.

Our very existence is amazing. The millions on millions of things and events that had to happen for you to be here is incredible. So many things had to happen, and if one thing went wrong, then maybe you wouldn’t even be reading this right now.

Isn’t that amazing? Isn’t that something to smile about? You are the product of an infinite list of different events that had to happen. You hit the freaking jackpot.

We are here, so what?

We are here. Obviously. But there’s a reason as to why we are here. People like to say, “Everything happens for a reason.” I believe that. There is a reason and a motive behind everything that happens — in your life, in the world around you.

Everything happens for a reason…there’s a reason why you’re running late and you get stuck behind someone going under the speed limit. There’s a reason why the grocery store seems to only have 15% of the checkout lines open at the busiest hour. There’s a reason why the drive-through at McDonald’s is taking forever.

There’s a reason.

Maybe the reason why the person driving so slow had just gotten in a car crash and is scared to drive. Maybe the reason the grocery store only has a few lines open is because the business owner is struggling to make ends meet and can’t afford to hire people. Maybe the reason the drive-through is taking forever is because the minimum-wage employee has bigger things to worry about than a damn burger.

These are the moments where we truly live.

These are the moments where our life is under our control. Where we aren’t just the product of a domino of events. These are the moments where we truly our alive.

We get to decide how we want to make this moment. Do we complain about why these things are happening to us? Or do we appreciate that we were given a moment to pause, to breath, to relax?

These moments are the moments that nobody ever talks about, and when they do, it’s usually to complain. However, these are the moments that we can let ruin our day or make our day.

It all depends on how we see them.

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