Belief, in the absence of truth.

As cliche, cliche as this reads, I'm continuously realizing things, way after the fact, at the most inopportune times. Why this happened, what caused it to be etc. , somehow a realization of why it was so occurs when I'm doing something totally off the radar of the subject matter. Maybe somewhere in my head the subconscious is continuously going through it's "inbox" of queries, sending out memos to the conscious when it completes a total analysis. Thumbs up late reaction. This reads neurotic. Maybe it is, may it's not. Uniqueness at it's finest. Or is it?

Over the past few months, chances have been taken that would of never been second thought of just 6 months ago. While these chances may not have ideally turned out, it was done, and that is the root of it. The chance was actually taken.

Things happen for a reason, even if the true purpose is never revealed. Application of such is the key. I'm far from where I want to be, though these small steps are slowly being spread through my psyche. And it's nice. Frustrating, but nice.