How the Hell did I get here day…Oh, I have just lost count at this point.
I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason. That the universe has a master plan for all of and every choice we make with our free will either leads us to, or away from our intended destination. When life is going grand, it is of course much easier to see the good in everything and rejoice in our blessings. When life is looking bleak it is much harder to try and understand why we are facing our current shitastic circumstances.
However, if we take a moment to ponder our life’s journey up until today, what fabulous adventures and people would we have missed out on had we not had to climb up that hill or made it through that storm? I would not give up a single experience because I do not know what it would have changed in my life. How different I would be. Where I would be.
Our scar’s and mended hearts should be worn proudly, badges of honor. The fact that we get up in the morning and look another day in the face, even in our darkest moment is a true testament that as human beings, we are survivors. Just as the memories that make us smile should be given thanks for everyday. The fact that we experienced something that has given us joy.
The simple twist’s of fate that happen to us everyday should not be underestimated.
xo,
Boo
