Life is random. We try to make sense of it by believing we have a path that we can walk along.
We convince ourselves that the people we meet, the places we go to, the decisions we make occurred because there was reason in it. What if it’s not?
There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s OK. Life is a series of arbitrary events that make each individual’s story unique.
Our brains can’t fathom the idea that our memories are composed of chance encounters. So, we rearrange and manipulate our past until they form connections so that we can better understand our present and move towards the future. Doing that, life doesn’t seem so random.