My mother used to say that everything happens for a reason. It didn't matter how insignificant or how heart-wrenchingly tragic, she'd say it was just meant to be. I say bullshit. There is no fucking silver lining. Shit happens. Hard times are just a part of life, like the air we breathe. We have to learn to deal with the hand we are dealt and move the hell on. Yet every damn time something fucked up happens in my life, I find myself thinking of my mother.
"Sweet, Fun and Sexy!"