I'll be the first to say that there isn't always an explanation for things. Simply it's just "because". Like why you picked 2% milk instead of whole milk. Or why you wanted to cook chicken instead of steak for dinner. Why food? Probably because I'm hungry.
It can be really simple, like why the toolbox on your dad's truck slid into the bed mid-drive (That may have actually happened..), or it can be complicated and impacting. Something that defines you as a person, whether you want it to or not. It can be a place, thing, or person. Especially a person.
We, as humans, can never know exactly why something happens or how something happens in our lives. Either minuscule or major. Also, as humans, can never get enough of a good thing. It's just in our nature to always want more. To do things that we really know shouldn't happen, but give into our wants and, what we think, needs and deserves. You very well may deserve it. You very well may not deserve it. But like all things (maybe not Twinkies...oh wait..) it has an expiration date.
Life's sense of humor is sick and twisted. So much that it shouldn't even be considered humor. Just a sick and twisted mind. Writer, even. I like that better. Life is a sick and twisted writer. Sometimes I feel like the anonymous bystander who goes through all this shit and then ends up watching it manifest into something else right in front of their eyes.
Here's the best way I can really explain it... You just got into a car crash. Boom. Life sucks for a hot second. But don't worry, you recover eventually. Only a month or so into recovery, you decide to take a walk. You know, get things off your mind. And just to be out of your house, right? On that walk you are taking in everything around you. The beauty of it all, because that accident could have very well taken your life. So you are thankful. And then you reach a familiar intersection. Not where the crash happened, but just from living in the same vicinity that you can recognize it. And you see your friend's car driving down the road to your right at this four-way intersection. They are waving at you. And you suddenly are compelled to look to your left to see another car speeding towards your friend's car. They are oblivious, your friend. And you try to speak, yell, do the chicken dance to get your friend's attention but your are frozen. Feet firmly glued to the earth. Forced to watch a car crash in slow motion, knowing it's going to happen, but your friend is still so unresponsive.
And you remember, this has happened to you. You remember how oblivious you were and at the same time so alert just as it was happening, changing your life, frightening you. Making you something different. They are moving in slow motion now, eventually the two cars will hit. Either you warn them, or you watch. Sometimes you can only watch, not on purpose or by choice, but by some law of life.
That's a pretty twisted way of explaining it. But I think its some weird form of transferable karma. There's no explanation as to why bad things happen to good people, or vise versa.
Good things can happen to good people, though. Just, sometimes it feels like they aren't so good when they eventually do expire.
That's all for now, thanks.
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