everything happens for a reason

but we must move on find things in the moment that we cherish and try and rebuild or repurpose or try and make sense or not make sense of anything.....that's life...it's not suppose to make sense....as the talking heads said "stop making sense" and when did life ever make sense?  I was working on a book that turned into a pilot for a new tv series I'm developing....in thinking about the characters and their lives, I was thinking about the expression "everything happens for a reason" and why it continues to resonate with me and my life.... because fate is unpredictable and there's something exciting about unpredictability.  it's something we don't know these days...because we think we know it all....and we know a lot....but, what do you think, does everything happen for a reason?  does everything make sense at some point in life?

Coney Island, August, 2017