Do you remember how we met each other?
“Yeah, I do. It was at a conference. We sat beside each other and got to talking.”
And why did you choose that specific seat?
“I don’t know. I just did, I guess.”
Do you think things happen for a reason?
“I’m not sure. I think that there are so many things to consider, so many things that don’t make sense. What is your view on it?”
I think things really do happen for a reason. I like to think of life as a story. We are characters in the story and things are written for us. We need to make good choices but everything that happens to us furthers our story. Some things might seem irrelevant but they aren’t.
There are so many little things that shaped where I am right now and how I got here. I also learned that worrying doesn’t do any good. So I don’t worry. I go with the flow for the most part and have faith that it will take me where I need to go. Maybe it’s like the law of attraction, I don’t know. All I know is that things just seem to work out.
We are characters that come to life and can affect the course of the story. Nothing is written in stone. We make decisions, and try to make the best ones. In this sense, we write our own story and have complete control.
I had no idea you’d pop into my story at all. But here you are. And we spend a lot of time together. And you are now one of my closest friends. Was this meant to be then?
All I know is that I try to make the best story that I can. I think this theory of mine goes well beyond the metaphor. How’s that for an answer?
“Pretty good, I guess. Thanks.”
See you next week.