My mother always told me that everything happens for a reason. Every grain of sand, every star in the sky, every feeling, every itch, every memory, everybody. It wasn’t much of a religious fixation as it was a way of knowing. The knowledge that every kiss, breath, burst of happiness is for a reason. This reason, although not clear now, will reveal itself under the experience of the rising sun or a split second while in the shower. It’s the sudden jolt in your stomach, the kind that makes you grasp something for support, that the reasoning for everything leading up to that moment is supposed to happen.
It’s a breathtaking thought really. One that squeezes your heart until you can’t bare it any longer, and then lets go with less than a moment to spare. It all leads back to that one clause; everything happens for a reason. The sentence itself is actually slightly comforting in a way that’s difficult to explain. A deeper meaning would reveal that no matter what happens in your life, whether it be gut-wrenchingly impossibly to handle, or quite possibly the greatest moment of your life; you are on the right track, and that moment is meant to happen in the greatest form of itself, with everything that it entails.
— me (via ellaroberts)
Same wisdom I gathered from my father and grandmother. Bless.
The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.
— (via allthingsgirlyy)