Everything Changes

Life is fickle.

In a split second, everything can change, in the first cry of a baby, in a last breath.

I’d like to think there’s a reason.

A method to the madness.

That every winding path is meant for a destination.

But I don’t know. I don’t know anything.

I guess that’s why they call it hope.

And not truth.

 

In life, there is intense happiness, intense warmth, intense love.

There is also intense sadness, intense anger, intense pain.

It makes up the balance of the universe.

We cannot have one without the other.

Sometimes, I think I’d rather not have either side.

That I’d rather live in the middle.

But now, I know that that is not living.

Because in every intense moment of pain, there is a newfound appreciation of every intense moment of love.

In every intense moment of fear, there is a new reason for hope.

So yes, I do believe there’s a reason. No matter how small or how large.

There is a method to the madness.