You've probably heard me say this before. I hate it when people attempt to explain away something that they don't understand with "it was meant to be." I'm okay with not having a destiny. I'm fine with not being something special. I don't understand why people have to fit themselves into the big "what's it all mean?" I think it's how most of us are raised. When I complain to my mom about something that didn't go my way, she explains it away with destiny. I now disregard those responses and push her to tell me the truth. The truth might be that I didn't try hard enough, or that someone else was more deserving. There doesn't have to be a meaning. The truth is, you can't win them all or nobody else would get a chance, living things die or we'd still have some really bad people in our world today reeking havok, and shit really does happen in life or it or it would be mind-numbingly dull. The latter caused by much drama we create ourselves, quite possibly for entertainment. Not everything happens for a reason, we have control over of a lot of what happens to us. I should take responsibility, even if it means I was a stupid idiot and doing so shouldn't deter me from brushing myself off and moving forward. I have a habit of wallowing in shame. It's not very becoming. Neither is being oblivious to your wrongs. Maybe it takes me so long because I'm a slow learner. Dang stubborn genes.
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