“Not everything happens for a reason. Sometimes life just sucks.” -Alexa Chung I was recently perusing Tumblr, something I haven’t done in quite a while, and I came across this most fabulously accurate quote by one certain fashionista/author/model/perfect person, (in case you haven’t seen, it’s my idol, Alexa!). I don’t know if you’ve ever had what I call the “bat experience”, but it can be pretty damn amazing and pretty damn terrible at the same time. Basically, it’s when you come across some random picture/quote/gif/WHATEVER on Tumblr, and you suddenly have this sort of shaking epiphany that no, you are not alone in how you feel or think. Someone out there, somewhere, whoever it may be, has had the same experiences as you. Is it always a good thing? Hell no. But is it comforting? Extremely. I call it the “bat experience” because to me, the impact feels as if I am literally getting hit in the face with a metaphorical bat. Anyways, I did in fact have the Bat with this quote. See, I’ve recently been reading and studying quite a bit about the reality of our insignificance. Amongst these books, theories, and articles, I have found a great deal of truth in. I’ll go more into detail about what exactly these books are later on, but I’ll try to give you the general gist of the whole thing. (Keep in mind, I am no award winning scientist) We, as human beings, naturally all believe that there is a greater reason for us all. We typically believe that the Earth is placed exactly where it is for some grand plan, that the sun is there specifically to provide for us, that everything that we are and have become, every experience, every birth and every death, are for some purpose. We all desire a common goal: a purpose. I hate to break it to you, if you haven’t already figured it out, but, that’s just a whole load of bull-crap. Yes, we are humans, we are somehow miraculously able to breathe and live and die, but so what? The universe doesn’t care. The universe doesn’t anything, it just… is. We just… are. We are humans, because that’s just what is. I’m not extraordinary, but I am. See, it’s extraordinary that we are even able to be, but our being is not incredible. Does that make a hint of sense? I feel like this is an opinion, but I also feel like Alexa is also stating a fact. When shit happens, as it inevitably always does, (Thanks, Forrest Gump) it comes out of nowhere and usually to the best of people. You could be a good person, someone who always tries to do the right thing, but guess what- that doesn’t matter. Not one person lives a life with no suffering. And typically, that suffering has no reason. A person does not get cancer to learn about life, they get cancer because life sucks. And cancer is a monster, but sometimes it’s stopped and sometimes it’s not. You don’t get punished by breaking a bone, by getting sick, by anything of that sort. Good people are not getting into car accidents because “God needs angels”. They are getting into car accidents because they are accidents. You can’t control life, but there is no purpose to that. There are just rules of the universe, not for any certain reason, just because. I know this sounds awfully controversial, and like I should have some research to back up my theories, but these are not theories of mine. I have nothing against religion, of course, but I simply believe in science and what I’ve just said. I am not encouraging/discouraging anyone to be religious. Honestly, do whatever makes you happy. What I am saying is that religion cannot be proved just as a “purpose for our world” cannot be proved. Religion just is. We just are. See, nothing about life is “right” and nothing about life is “wrong”. We have morals, values, that we as humans believe will take us ultimately to our purpose in life, but nothing is actually as planned as we believe it to be. And so, Alexa is completely right. Of course I get frustrated with life, often going bonkers when shit happens for no apparent reason. But I’ve learned that usually, there is no reason, and I have to accept that. I don’t have to be happy about it, but I just have to accept that there is literally nothing to be done about it. The universe isn’t a devil or an angel, it doesn’t actually have manipulations or motives, it just is. And that, that is something I like to hold onto in moments of panic. How insignificant we are is actually pretty damn calming, if you stop to think about it. Riiiight… So I apologize if I just completely sounded like I’m trying to be some type of philosopher. Because philosopher, I ain’t. Basically, as I’m guessing my words were a little jumbled, here’s what I’m trying to tell you all, in a nutshell: Stop thinking that the universe hates you. The universe only hates you if you let it.