A person I spent a lot of time with in Key West told me that she believes that everything happens for a reason. Yup, there was a time a while back when I ascribed to that theory. It’s a convenient one which alleviates any long running issues with culpability, both from a personal and a spiritual/religious nature.* Remember the book The Celestine Prophecy? The central theme to the book was that there were no coincidences; everything happened for a reason. But I don’t believe it anymore. I don’t buy it mostly because I’m absolutely incapable of understanding why the hell this happened. Why the hell was our perfect little world torn apart like this? I just can’t imagine an answer that makes any sense.
* I can hear all kinds of guffaws as I type. “What do you mean it alleviates issues with culpability?” Really? How many times have you or someone close to you answered life’s brutal salvos with the phrase “Well, everything happens for a reason” or maybe “God has his/her reasons. We just don’t understand.” We use this because sometimes there’s just nothing else to say. It’s clean, quick, and hard to argue with. (And, please, keep your Bible quotes to yourself. You will just be reinforcing my point.)
So here’s my theory on life and our situation. It’s a bit far out there so you’ve been warned if you are offended. My theory is that we are put on this Earth for a mission, maybe even one we choose before we are born. Dunno. Don’t remember that far back myself. But, one thing I’m clear on is that Maggie was put on this Earth to cook meals for me. Of course, she was never very good at that so instead she busied her time with other things – MANY other things. While she was working on learning to cook for me, something went wrong. The machine (her body) broke down (cancer) in a way that was not part of The Plan. In computer-speak, something went wrong with the hardware. Basically, her body hiccupped and that was that. No accomplishing her mission. No passing go. No collecting $100. It wasn’t part of The Plan. In fact, it actually screwed up a perfectly good plan, a plan we were both pretty happy with. But our happiness isn’t and never was the point. The point was the mission her soul chose… which was, of course, to cook for me.
Now, you’d be wise to counter with “Maybe her mission was to go through all this cancer crap.” But I just can’t understand what lessons she would need to learn that this mess provided. Maybe I’m just waaaaaaay too stuck in my own need-to-learn lessons to see clearly. Or maybe her mission was to go through all this cancer crap so that I would go through all this cancer crap. Whoa, yikes! NOW we are getting deep. Way too deep for me. I’m out (for now.)