Over a cup of coffee I mused.....do the incidences and events happening in our lives really hold any meaning? Do they happen to bring about a purpose or they are just random interactions of different energy zones ; unplanned ,unpurposeful collision of molecules out of which later on we try to sort out meaning.
So many things that happen leave me questioning the relevance of their occurence.Does God work like those silly soap opera writers who wake up in the morning with a new story to be fitted in the story of the previous day in an obviously unartistic manner.
I desperately want something to make me believe that all that is happening holds meaning and purpose. It is woven by a great mind whose charisma I cannot percieve now but one day the pieces would fall in the right place ; the turbidity would settle down and the clouds will clear.