Humans have this strange idea that things happen for no reason. One thing that I finally hit on last year at age 60 was the remarkable (to me anyway) conclusion that everything and I mean most everything happens for a reason.
Things often happen for bad reasons, but still there’s a method behind the madness.
Speaking of which, things more times than we want to admit also happen for crazy reasons. Crazy people, after all, tend to have reasons for most of their crazy behaviors. They usually have crazy reasons for these behaviors but they have reasons nonetheless.
Once I had this epiphany, so many things about the world fell right into place, locking perfectly as an oddly shaped fragment into an equally bizarrely shaped hole in this crossword puzzle we call life.