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Sliding Doors and Reasons

I am stagnant and between two pivotal points of my life. It has to be this way for now, and some days I am more accepting of it than others. Still, there is nothing I would change.

Be it a true thought or something else, I do believe everything happens for a reason. I believe that bad things can intricately become good things, and we may not ever even realize it; then, at other times, it may smack us right in the middle of our foreheads. Who is to say that the lie that hurt you ten years ago is not something that forever changed you for the better? Who is to say that the tragic death of a loved one did not, in a way, give you more life?

I’ve heard the concept before of life being a constant set of sliding doors, that we are constantly moving and intermingling, all very much the same in some respects, and yet never noticing it, missing it and overlooking it. And somehow, in some strange reasoning that I don’t always see or understand, some of us meet, and there’s a true, honest connection, probably based on all those things that have occurred in our pasts. The doors stop opening for us to turn away, and we sit with that one person we’ve made a connection with, out all of the billions who are in the world, and there we are. Having a moment that no one else on the planet can completely replicate, a moment and a memory that will live with us and then die with us.

How amazing is that?

When I look at all the sliding doors that have been in my life, all the things that have happened, I see where some of them occurred for a reason. I see where so many heartaches maybe helped lead me to the most joyful relationships I’ve had in my life. There are many other things, still, that I am waiting to see what the reasons for them are. So many cause and effect situations, sliding doors with and without reason.

Sometimes things are hard, and some days are darker than others. Yet, how could I give up one day or trade in one hour? Why should I? Who is to say that a single second might not bring me growth or happiness? Who’s to say that a single moment wouldn’t be vital in grabbing hold of one of those flying, automatic doors, halting it to let an amazing person step into my world?

It is not to say I don’t long for “better” days or that I don’t long for what I know will be a more lively and inviting time of my life, but it is to say I will not trade in these moments. Every moment of my life is significant; if not to me, then to someone else, maybe someone I don’t even know yet. That’s life–something beautiful, even when dark.

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Brendan

Well said, hon. Well said. I cannot say anything more to add to that. Well put. :)

brokenreality

things do happen for a reason, i have found myself believing as well. significance in life is hard to achieve. especially if you have a hard time believing in yourself enough to realize your time could be important, depending on how you handle it all. it’s all woven together. it’s all still very beautiful, even when dark. - i understand, and commend your thoughts.

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