gratitude-a-thon day 2055: storing up the good

Why-Do-Bad-Things-Happen

I am constantly trying to understand life (like that’s possible).

Why do things happen the way they do? I’m always running after a theory.

“Positive things happen for those who work hard.”

“Good people get what they deserve.”

“Everything happens for a reason.”

“Life is a fucking crap shoot.”

And just when I think I’ve hit on something that makes sense, something will occur to obliterate that thinking and I am once again wandering aimlessly trying to find the white paper on the reasons the chips fall where they may.

Is it all random? 

I give gratitude today for the good times, things, people in my life. Bad stuff happens that challenges us, pushes us to places we never want even to visit, leaves us asking why. Which is the reason that the periods of our lives that we feel happiness, must be celebrated and stored up in our souls for when the bad times come, uninvited, undeserved, unwanted.