I'm really grappling with the fact that everything happens for a reason. Sure, it makes it easy to surrender to a higher knowledge when something doesn't go your way, acquiesce to the bigger picture and trust in some universal benevolence, acknowlege your blindness, lift your chin regardless, and waltz on knowing that He will sweep away with grace any walls, invisible to you, that you make your way towards, arms outstretched and grimacing.
But you have to wonder.... how many perfect things have been prevented from happening because Circumstance, that great rocky beast, decided to rub her mountainous hip up on your side, or Chance that fleeting, flimsy wind decided to blow cooly on the back of your neck, or Surrender that mysterious and telling vixen saw the weakness was in your ankles and cut you at your heels? What if all three were working together to sway you, break you even?
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