For a Reason

i have always heard it being said: "things happen for a reason". so when things go nicely or screw up, there must be an explanation to it.

but when, even when we rack our brains and still can't find the reason, then to where do we look to find out why things happen? to the changing weather? in the stars? in the mindless wanderings of coincedences? or maybe, to someone else's reason?

or when finally found out what the reason is, why is it so hard sometimes to believe that IT IS?

when you've always been so dressed up and careful about the way you look, and the one time you got drenched under the rain was the same time when you accidentally met the person whom you've longed to see for eons-- is it a test of faith or a twist of fate?

when you know by heart all the formula for a series of theorem and the one thing that makes you sweat blood is the same formula that was asked for you to explain in a graded recitation, is a test of faith, or a twist of fate?

when the last person who you think would betray you was the one who did, is it a test of faith, or a twist of fate?

faith or fate, things still happen. changes unfold within or beyond understanding. if it falls outside of comprehension, is it better to seek for it or just let it slide and let whatever "reason" that made it happen be revealed?

i miss faith today. it flew a-distance to that place called fate. or maybe not. it didn't bid goodbye.