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Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Bad Things Happen in Threes

They say that bad things happen in threes.

The truth is: that they don't really. We just naturally tend to see patterns in random events that cause what is called "The Clustering Illusion".

Sometimes, I really wonder. I wonder if the proverbial glue that keeps the universe together is just a hodge-podge of perceived truths and fallacies all intertwined purposefully adding to the confusion of existence. No sense was ever meant to come of anything...and it's all just like an episode of the Twilight Zone.

Last week was a whirlwind of disaster that had me coming thisclose to my ultimate breaking point. The events that unfolded came in an all too familiar package. That- being a series of unfortunate events one after the other in a set of THREE.

My capacity for magical thinking is greater than I prefer it to be, so forgive me if I couldn't help but believe for a moment that I'm cursed.

It's funny how when you think you have a plan, life has a way of throwing a wrench into the gears of that plan. While I do not believe that everything happens for a reason per se', I do feel that some sense can be made out of the chaos.

"Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe



I was funneling quickly downwards into the throes of depression. Anger and frustration were fueling my fire, leaving no room for new-agey bullshit. The future looked bleak.

Then, I did something I have never been able to do in the past. I got over it as quickly as it came on. A few things helped with this. First, I had some great conversations with some of my best friends. I knew I loved them for a reason! Then I re-read my previous blog posting with the list of life lessons. This served as a reminder- helping me get back to my true self. How easily we forget when blinded by rage! Lastly I went to my first Practical Philosophy class...which is something I can not wait to write much more about later.

Knowing that this can be how it always is, instead of the usual pattern of long dances with depression has made me ecstatic. It might be the end of this life long cycle. If I did it this time, I can do it again! Now bring on the Carl Jung quotes. I need to go for run!










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