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Existential turmoil

Anything and everything you have experienced has been purposeful; It has brought you to where you are now.





This really inspiring quote was featured on a  site as being the quote of day, but is it really the truth. Is it really how that is supposed to go down. What if something viscous happens that brings you down in more then one ways. Are you really supposed to look at a turmoil with a positive outlook without ever wondering what you did to deserve it, what is the lesson you need to understand from it. Are you supposed to just sing Kelly Clarkson's words "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" or are you supposed to re asses your life values and the outlook you have on life.

Take into account you going through your not bothering anyone just trying to live your life to the fullest without hurting anyone or anything. All of a sudden you get mugged or robbed and now your belongings are no longer yours. You might have lost your IDs, your debit cards or all of your money or some souvenir that was in your belonging or the most important of all in today's world , something we can no longer function without "your phone". Who are you supposed to blame for these events, yourself, the thief, the economic state of the country that you live in because those would be the drive force of the thief's motives or yourself for being careless enough to think that the place you chose was not secure enough.

Even after getting a positive out look on the situation or a negative one, where are you supposed to go after that. Do you have to go now as an all time pessimist who has lost all the hope for the world or a are you supposed to go on to become a full on vigilante and take matters into your own hands or are you just supposed to let it all go.

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