Purposeful Meaning Of All Our Lives

I don't believe in coincidences. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Even if this is not true, which, perhaps it may not be, I choose to believe it even so because it attributes order, sense and meaning to the confusing, nonsensical and, at times, overwhelming nature of life. I believe wholeheartedly in cause and effect, and that if an awful thing happens, it has not occurred in vain. There is always a purpose behind it. It is this unwavering faith, this stringent knowledge that is from heartache and tragedy are born gifts of learning and growth, that there is a greater meaning and purpose behind even the most seemingly cruel and painful circumstances, that helps me through the difficult moments of my life.

Some people wholeheartedly disagree with me and choose to assume life is a disconnected series of pointless events. We are all entitled to our own belief systems, and I would never try to convince someone to accept my thoughts as true, but for me, life, with all its ups and downs and in-betweens, is wayward and distressing enough; and to view it from this fragmented and purposeless perspective would only intensify my grief and dull my joy.

Things happen, regardless of whether or not we plan for them; regardless of whether or not we attempt to do everything in our power to prevent them. I am learning to release the pangs of guilt I feel every time I think of something I could have done differently to help ensure this "accident" didn't happen; I am learning to let go of the aching caused by words unspoken and apologies withheld; I am learning to forgive myself for being a testy.

Iam also realizing that even when we feel we are drowning in a sea of anguish, when the waves are crashing over us so powerfully and we grow exhausted and weary from thrashing and flailing to stay afloat, at the very instant we think of giving into the tempest, and abandoning all hope of rescue, we must excite our faith...and hold on more tightly. The waves will calm, the skies will eventually shine vibrantly blue and we will find within us the strength, and desire, to continue and endure.

I have confronted these waves, from the unruly storm to the serene sea, for every single day i can tell you with certainty that we are never given anything we cannot handle. I dont say that i could handle anything, but I am, indeed, handling. And even when I feel weakest, I am reminded by the way I am continuing to persevere, and live my life, that I have become a much stronger version of myself than I ever imagined I could be.

I believe this is the eloquent and purposeful meaning of all our lives.

"In the darkest hour the soul is replenished and given strength to continue and endure".