I believe everything that's meant to happen will always find its way to us, no matter how lost, late, or unexpected it may seem. Sometimes it all makes perfect sense, like the universe softly whispering, "see, this is why." Other times, it feels like chaos, like the ground is slipping and nothing adds up. And sometimes, it hurts so deeply that even breathing feels heavy. But maybe that's how it's supposed to be, maybe life bends us and bruises us only to shape us into someone stronger, softer, wiser. Maybe every heartbreak, every delay, every twist is quietly preparing us for something greater. It's not always about understanding the moment we're in, but trusting that one day, we'll look back and realize it all connected. Everything, the pain, the joy, the confusion, it is all guiding us toward who we are meant to become.