The manner in which life unfolds is confounding;
Giving things you never wanted, taking it when you do.
The belief that it all happens for a reason,
May just be a silly, comforting lie.

But with time, every event of sorrow,
Becomes a source of wisdom and irreplaceable understanding.
That, at the very least, seems to be a good enough reason,
For certain unpleasant things to happen.