There is a normal tendency for us as humans to believe that things happen for a reason, and why not? Believing that gifts, as well as misfortune, is the consequence of reason can feel far more comforting than trusting in randomness – not to mention that it makes for a great story. I would further suggest that in the ruckus of emotional discontent, we are particularly vulnerable to attributive outcomes – we simply want to believe that it was just meant to be. It’s the nice way to reduce our personal levels of responsibility and to trust in the ebb-and-flow of life. And from experience, not only do we seek the meaning, but we depend on it so that our seemingly rational selves can heal our emotional bruises.
Is there a risk in trusting reason? Well for one, it’s not always true. Life is a process of management and of learning how to control the world of emotions and feelings that we experience daily. While there is no single path to this process, I have certainly found that the attribution of both horrific and serendipitous events to reason can boost the ego and show that possibility of the universe’s conspiring forces in our lives. When it comes to matters of the heart, I am willing to accept the support of outside intervention.