I truly believe that there is a time for everything.
There is a time to radiate in the rays of love’s happiness,
and enjoy the fortune of finding someone.
There is a time to mourn love’s departure,
teardrops staining your cheeks as you say a final goodbye.
There is a time for hellos,
just as there is a time for goodbyes.
I discovered that life is nothing but a balance —
a perfect mixture of ying and yang.
Dark is equal to light,
just as good balances the bad.
No matter what, it always evens out.
Maybe this is why everything happens for a reason —
you know some unknown one that I don’t understand.
And, perhaps, I never will.
So, this is why I no longer fight it.
This is why I enjoy the ride.
This is why I no longer feel despair when things go wrong.
That thought comforts me, and guides me through.
So, maybe I don’t understand that reason as things happen,
but it serves as a guide to navigate through life’s choppy waters.
And, that somehow is enough.