Wondering

Sometimes, for reasons unknown to you, foreign even, people come into your life for a reason. It could be a stranger on the street, it could be a marketer on the phone, it could even be a glance into the eyes of an occupant in a passing vehicle.

I think there is a reason for it.

I'm not invoking religion nor any preordained manifest destiny, I just think that the Living knows far more about itself than those that Live it do.

Life may be God, as it were. Or maybe... God is Living.

Between you and I, I don't think Purpose ever felt comfortable being defined. If it feels wrong not to... then do it.

The only thing you'll lose by not doing so is the wondering... and we all hate and love wondering.