The Wall

I am profoundly unimpressed by “everything happens for a reason.” That sentence should honestly be confiscated from people until they prove they know what the hell they’re talking about. Maybe it comforts some people. Fine. Good for them. For me it sounds like an attempt to wrap unbearable randomness in a moral storyline so the rest of society can keep functioning. What exactly was the reason? Which part was necessary? The suffering? The kids losing their mom? The hospital horror? The aftermath? The identity collapse? The years of fallout? Take your time. I’m not saying there can’t be meaning made later. Humans are meaning-making machines. We’ll try. We have to. But meaning made after the fact is not the same as saying the event itself had some clean purpose. Some things are just devastation first.