There we were, two people, sitting at the mamak opposite my
house, on one rainy Saturday evening. One is single while the other is not.
The conversation flowed aimlessly from one subject to another,
then he said, “you know, things happen for a reason.”
A rather ambiguous statement. Bordering between the negative
and the positive, depending on how we want to look at it.
I went to bed that night thinking hard. Remembering everything
that has happened and everyone that I have met and trying to figure out the
reason why. There are an abundance of quotes over the internet on it. They say
that sometimes a person comes into our lives to serve some sort of purpose, to
teach us an important lesson or maybe to help figure out who we are or who we
want to become.
Like the friend who is constantly cheering me on, to keep
dreaming the dreams, and turn them into a reality. Or the boss that has become a
mentor, teaching and guiding me to be the best that I can be and eventually has
helped me figure out where I am headed.
And sometimes the things that happen to us may seem, at that
point in time, horrible, painful or unfair but in reflection, we will come to
realize that without overcoming those obstacles, we would never know our
strength, will power or heart.
But at the end of the day, I think it all boils down to this;
the person and voice inside us.
The reasons can only happen should we allow it to happen. It
can only happen if we open our minds…and our hearts, to changes, to allow them
to become a part of our lives. And letting them be who they are, and for us to
be who we are.
I may not like some of the things about my friend who was
seated across from me. Like how he likes to boss me around, or how he can
sometimes be such a grumpy old man (not literally though) but hey, then again,
it was the things he said that made me write again. Maybe that was his reason.
I know you have yours. We’ll figure it out eventually, as we go
along.
Have a great new year’s eve. We’ve been this far, have we not?
:-)
