Always A Reason

I’m a firm believer in the idea of everything happening for a reason. Every death, every birth, every mistake and every success is part of this grand plan. I’m not sure who’s behind this plan, whether it be fate, destiny, or God (in any of his many forms). But to me, that makes no different. The plan is the same no matter who is pulling the strings.

Why do I believe in this? Because I find safety in the idea. Why else would children die? Why would people’s lives be torn apart? If not for some greater plan that we, as humans, can’t fathom? Yes it still hurts to the point where it feels life isn’t worth it. But someday, hopefully, it will all make sense.

It’s difficult to wrap your head around. But every day I think, how would my life be different if I had done one small thing differently? Would it change at all?

What about the people around me? I’ve talked about the ripple effect on here before. It’s mind blowing if you think about it. How many lives have you saved without knowing it? How many accidents have you caused without meaning to? How many incredible things have you set into action or even just pushed along? And the most frustrating thing is, you’ll never know.

I find it important to keep in mind that everything happens for a reason and that every action has a ripple effect. Will this change how you live your life? It sure did for me!

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Miscommunication Issues

I know that some of you don’t like it when I write about boys but it’s a part of my life and I use this forum to sort out my problems. So here we go…

Remember Allan? Well, he thinks I like him. I heard that he thought I wanted to go to prom with him. Which I do not. All I want is a guy friend. And Allan would be ideal. He’s nice, sweet and smart. I don’t want to be his girlfriend. I don’t want to go to prom with him. I don’t even want to go on a date with him. But I gather that he seems to think that I do. I don’t want to let him have the wrong idea about me but I don’t know how to go about it. We only talk during class and he is terrible at responding to emails. Besides, how would I bring it up? “Oh hey, Allan, I heard that you thought I wanted to go to prom with you but I don’t. Not in a million years.” Yeah, I could see that going over well.

It’s so frustrating to have guys think that I like them and reject me when I don’t even like them! If you’re gonna reject me, at least let me actually like you like that. I mean, come on! But sadly, I will probably not do anything about this. I will let Dave and Allan live in a world where they do not return my supposed affections. And I will start searching for an alias…