Everything happens for a reason.

I have always firmly believed that everything happens for a reason. It is necessary that in a moment, when a disturbance is so recognizable, we allow ourselves to understand who we are, and the reasons why we feel something missing within ourselves; for, if we recognize a disturbance within ourselves, we know that we have lost something. I recognized a separation of myself from the world that enfolded me in its unfamiliarity. It presented itself with solicitude. Maybe because of what I have lost, the ability to embrace the feeling in that moment came natural to me.