Fate - faith - reasonsEverything happens for a reason, my mother says. Then tells us how Kay believed in fate and destiny-everything that ever happened or was going to happencouldn't ever be avoided. The marchers down south didn't just up and starttheir marching-it was part of a longer, biggerplan, that maybe belonged to God.My mother tells me this as we fold laundry, white towels separated from the colored ones. Eacha threat to the other and I remember the time I spilled bleach on a blue towel, dotting it forever.The pale pink towel, a memory of when it was washed with a red one. Maybe there is something, after all, to the way some people want to remain-each to its own kind.But in timemaybe everything will fade to grayEven all of us coming to Brooklyn, my mother says, wasn't some accident. And I can't helpthinking of the birds here-how they disappearin the wintertime,heading south for food and warmth and shelter.Heading southto stay alive . . . passing us on the way . . .
No accidents, my mother says. Just fate and faith and reasons.When I ask my mother what she believes in,she stops, mid fold, and looks out the back window. Autumn is full on here and the sky is bright blue.I guess I believe in right now, she says. And the reassurance. And Brooklyn. And the four of you.
Why did I have to break my ankle?! Now I can't dance!
13 years later...
If I never broke my ankle, who knows if I would be where I am today. I just had to believe. . .
I relate to this poem because I believe that everything has a reason. Whenever I feel like life feels down, I remind myself that I just have to believe and look on the bright side of things because nothing occurs without a reason. If it is not a reason, then it's a feeling that we need to find within ourselves. I'm Christian, so I believe in miracles and all of the sort and one lesson that I learned is there are two ways to live life; one without miracles, and one with miracles. People don't see it but everything has a reason to it, even if it's not something physical we can touch. We have to learn to believe and if it's hard in the beginning, then forget about that incident and focus on the good things you have in life. . .