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Why we say, “Everything happens for a reason.”

“Everything happens for a reason.” In lieu of recent events, I have been telling myself this. And so have all my friends and family. We know that this saying holds true because well…it is true. Here’s my take on it from a linguistic perspective. Let’s discuss the word “happen.” It means to occur, to begin, to become of. If something happens, it comes into existence. The entity that was nonexistent turned into something tangible and real. And “a reason” means an explanation, an outcome so to speak. Take this sentence: “The reason why he yelled at us was because he was upset that he had lost all his money.” Now, although yelling is never an excuse, this sentence explains that the reason this person behaved irrationally was because he was upset that he had lost all his money. The outcome of it and what happened was that he yelled at us. So in this case, if we use the phrase  “Everything happens for a reason,” it would be before we knew the reason why he had acted that way and after it happened. Here’s a timeline of events:

Everything happens for a reasonSo…why do we say it? We say it because given time, the fog of the future will disappear and the reasons why things happened the way it did will unfold. We say it because history repeats itself and is therefore, the best predictor of the future. And we know from our own history and from experience that more often than not, there are reasons to why things happened. We say it to remind ourselves that the reason will be clear in due time and that we have to be patient and wait. I will talk more about the recent events that inspired this post when they become not-so-recent and I have a clearer perspective on how I want to talk about it. I will mentioned that, very much like the example in this post, there was inexcusable yelling involved. Thank you for reading.

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The Best Part About Thanksgiving

We celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday and it was great.

We put a lot of work in the preparation in the days before…cleaning the house, putting away junk, cooking, then more cleaning, but it paid of…and is still paying off.

We ate like kings last night and now I get to enjoy the best part, well my favourite part at least. Which is doing absolutely nothing in a great looking house and eating delicious leftovers all day long!

I had turkey dinner for breakfast and lunch, and pumpkin soup for dinner. JR, the sweet tooth, is working through the desserts, especially the pumpkin pie.

We also enjoy weighing ourselves to see how much we gained in what I like to call “turkey weight.” We both gained 5 pounds. I’m already thinking of what outfit is comfortable enough to vegetate in at work tomorrow.

Sure, seeing family and friends is great. But I’m pretty sure I’m not alone when I say, the continuous eating is my favourite part about Thanksgiving. Don’t get me wrong, I eat normal amounts during my daily life. But I’m usually on-the-go when it comes to meals. And if I do sit down for more than an hour, it’s at the table at some restaurant in business casual attire.

So let me rephrase that. My favourite part about Thanksgiving (or any festive celebration) is the day after, where I get to eat whatever I want, whenever I want, in the privacy of my own home, in my pajamas and not have a care in the world. Because that is pure happiness in a bottle.