“Why does God let us fall for people that he knows aren’t good for us?” a friend of mine posed this question to me. We’ve both been on similar romantic paths for several months and to be quite truthful, thanks to our venting tournaments, I haven’t drowned myself in bottles of wine or puffed clouds of nicotine into my lungs. I guess it’s safe to say God gives us a choice…not His fault I keep making the wrong one. And the weirdest part is that even after I know I’ve made a bad decision, weighed the “pros” against the “cons” (producing a monumental cons list), I still choose to death-grip the relationship. I still imagine the guy I want to be with magically saying everything I want to hear and making up for our rotten past. Instead, I’m stuck facing the crude reality that he’s a grown ass man and he’s never going to change.
PS. Having said that, here’s a little something that inspired me to think positive:
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they’re right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
- Everything Happens For A Reason? (werejumpin.wordpress.com)