Kathleen challenged my philosophy on life last night (that things always work out exactly as they're supposed to). She supposes that things aren't "worked out" until everyone is happy. Hmm...deep into bottle three of wine, explaining myself became far more complicated.
Though I do grapple a bit (as everyone in generations V through Z has: I know this is not unique) with the constraints of religion, I do wholeheartedly think that the Universe (God?) has a plan for us all. Yup, something bigger has a hand in all of this. I can't fathom it any other way.
Aside from that though, was the thought that we had to be happy for it all to have been worked out. My rebuttal sounded like this: sometimes it feels awful and it hurts and curling up into a ball is the only thing you can muster for a loooong time, but still, it's right. It's working itself out and things are happening EXACTLY as they're supposed to. Pain and heartache and loss are all natural parts of things working out. We can't be on cloud nine all the time, can we?
I just keep referring back to that (rather cheesy) expression: things work out in the end. If they don't, it's not the end. Perhaps that is the crucial element: things don't work out until the end. Ah.
Anyway, I read this and thought of that conversation from last night. Courtesy of Ving-Nation,
"On the real life side of things I seem to be dealing with things with more thought and at the right time. With the wise words from Shel, I try to see things from a different lense and learn from each situation. There is value in everything we do. There is no room for hate or drama in this life of mine. We all have enough concerns. I am loving people for who they are and what they are. Thats it, thats all. Sometimes its easier then other times. The universe has its plan and as Sam said so many years ago, it will protect me from the world."
Sweet words, non?
Pic is mine, taken on our way to Hamburg
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